9:22pm the room is a mess with joy & tomorrow afternoon I will organize itmy hands are smoothed by shea hinted with peppermint & rosemary& I use my fingers to type this poem & pause to scratch my right earit is always itchy – the moo-moo I wear is a garden of dragons & tropical… Continue reading Poem 345 – 9:22pm
Category: On Writing
Poem 344 – Contour
Contour this morning I contour a drawing of us into my throatso that every breath in & outevery word spoken or swallowedkeeps us deeply connected
Poem 343 – I Know Why Skin
Alert: There is a curse word in this poem I know why skin I know why it existsto containAll. Of. It. thepainthegorethepleasurethedarktheconfusionthebloodthehopethegraspthedesperationthedreamthepassiontheorgasmthelosstheslobberthemuscletheknowingtheempathytheragethefearthenoisethepasttheliesthestoriesthetruththefirethetastethejoytheheartthelove the What the Fuck of It Allthe glorious hasty extraordinary vomitous victory of Living (yes, I know it is not indestructible that it changes reshapes reflects redefines holds the codes for my every… Continue reading Poem 343 – I Know Why Skin
Poem 342 – I Burned My Tongue & YIN Link & Open House tonight!
I Burned My Tongue hot gravy oozing over meatscorched the centrenow it’s rough with tender pain sometimes hunger does that –brings a biting, hasty excitementscarring a song of sorenesson a body part for further harkening I roll my tongue under myfront teeth, try to lift the tantrummed tissuewill my speech be different today –smouldering in… Continue reading Poem 342 – I Burned My Tongue & YIN Link & Open House tonight!
VANESSA SHIELDS 