Flat tire the pop sound was hollowlike a giant pulling the inside of his cheekwith his two fingers – the car tirepuncturedthen thwhawp-thwhawp-thwhawp a flappinglike the throat of a mainsail caught in a bitter wind I pulled the car overrelieved a side street was availablefor sanctuary to inspect the damageit was easy to spot –… Continue reading Poem 179 – Flat Tire & TONIGHT AT 8PM INSTAGRAM LIVE EVENT!
Poem 178 – wind in maples
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
VANESSA SHIELDS 