A Memory Shows Itself it was a saturday & I was home aloneI blared Michael Jackson from the expensive stereosystem I wasn’t supposed to touch I dusted & vacuumed clad only in white underpantsI danced like no one was watching except someone wasa stranger walking by in the alley – stopped to stare through the… Continue reading Poem 91 – A Memory Shows Itself
Poem 91 – Inter & NPM & Countdown Begins!
Inter (between) inked between a crime and a virusthe poet drops her pen so she can pull out her hair the brass plaque stolen Mary Bibb storming in her grave what kind of person steals a plaque? Mary knows havingthundered against them every day of her life and death now too the flurry of rescheduling moving… Continue reading Poem 91 – Inter & NPM & Countdown Begins!
Poem 90 – Style
Style silver ringspulling & shining with diamond dustuse – fingers flailing or holding or feeling heatcold the wetness of transformation moonstone & pearl red jeans thigh tightbut flexible single roll hemsecrets bundled inside & legacies too two necklacesmala & lapis for pause & prayerinfinite circles rubbing heart centre protective singing earrings that dangle… Continue reading Poem 90 – Style
VANESSA SHIELDS 