A collage poem using found images and text from a Victoria magazine! Real flowers used: dried tulips and fern stem. making bliss is grounded in golden retreat
Category: On Writing
POEM A DAY – May 21
Consecration I declare aloud with harried breath & stuttering heart my gratitude forthe angels/spirits/ancestors who protected me home yesterday as I sped on the expressway expressing panic & urine, unable to seeto inhale, to exhale without electric friction, without head-full prayingto arrive alive, the fear was real, I did not want to die & I didn’t. I… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 21
POEM A DAY – May 20
Chest cold It is cold. My chest feels iceberg-ed.My lungs, freezer-burned.This infection is wrecking, wracking.You know the sound of a fingernail on comb teeth? That’s the sound in my throat when I breathe. Airflickering. Yes, I’ve seen the doc.I’ve swallowed the meds, suckedthe meds, slept and slept and now the cold is in the words. At least I can… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 20
VANESSA SHIELDS 