wind in maples the maple leaves are tiredtheir tips turned in to funnel the windthe wind that hasn’t quit for daysit’s exhausting – all that swayingall that noisethe out-of-control of it all they have been bowing down for hoursreaching for the moist earth for somethingto hold onto other than themselves in pauses between gustsI can… Continue reading Poem 178 – wind in maples
Poem 177 – lunch with the women in honour of Nonna
lunch with the women in honour of Nonna fat rain on her graveshe wasn’t there anywayin our laughs she joined THIS MONDAY AT 8PM! INSTAGRAM LIVE! I've never done Instagram live before, so for that reason alone you should definitely join us! Witness me trying on a new thang - including getting me and my… Continue reading Poem 177 – lunch with the women in honour of Nonna
Poem 176 – One Year Ago
One year ago as I slept,you slippedyour sun-fire soulinto Dolomite mountainheaven – since thenI’ve been climbing outof loss, my fingers bloodiedwith poetry tethered to the stardust your laughter left behind. You swoop in on the lip-red wings of a cardinal or poke the wind in the miraculous bodyof a dragonfly. Earlier this week,you got tangled in a spider… Continue reading Poem 176 – One Year Ago
Poem 175 – History’s Elegy
History’s Elegy history reveals itself skinless dirt-smearedviolently deepyet never unawareof its voice things buried growseepspeaka languagetongued by shadow history reveals skin
VANESSA SHIELDS 