What She's Doing To Me “I know the days are offering me only murder for my future.” pg. 5, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept by Elizabeth Smart She comes at me in a flurry of assaulting adjectivesShe whips adverbs like wet switches on the shadows of my skinthe tender spots that… Continue reading Poem 204 – What She’s Doing To Me
Poem 203 – To Trains & First Impressions Event Tonight
To trains to trainsto moving mysteries that roamwhilst roamingto blurry scenery & the romanceof not knowing the nexttongue you’ll tasteto old fantasies that fattenlike scar tissueto blank pages & pink inkblending into poetryto the country of skyyou hold up each dayto evening thunderstormsthat surprise & scare to breaking & breathingto sobbing & sleepingto wild nights… Continue reading Poem 203 – To Trains & First Impressions Event Tonight
Poem 202 – Playing Store
Playing Store In the fourplex living roomhauling hardcover books, mom’s shoes, stuffed animals, tape cassettes, bags, candles, picture frames, notepads, jewelry, Cabbage Patch kids, sticker books, lunch pails –using Monopoly money, found pennies & nickels & dimes,blank bank forms paper thin like dreams,and a Fisher Price plastic cash registerthat beeped sadly, intermittently, its batterycorroding with… Continue reading Poem 202 – Playing Store
Poem 201 – Orchids on the Windowsill & Gertrude’s Writing Room Update!
Orchids on the Windowsill I’ve been successful at killing plantssomething about remembering to water themmirrors remember to water myself…perhaps it’s more about forgetting But the two orchids on the windowsill stand tallone in fluorescent fuchsia grows like a flock of flyingskirts can-canning up a stem stairway to the skythe other, angel-wing white, giant and dare… Continue reading Poem 201 – Orchids on the Windowsill & Gertrude’s Writing Room Update!
VANESSA SHIELDS 