tears there are always enough tearsgathering in the brookssplaying from my soulmeandering searching rushing expressing the languages of lovethat hold everything unconditionallyeven when my heart is a concrete damthe tears make way erode erupt offer me somethingto feel to taste to discoverthere are always enough tearsthis is my love language today
Poem 88 – The Almost Guest
The Almost Guest I dream I’m the guest on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon. A tall twenty-something with a headset & desperate eyes rushes me to a messy backstage then commotion & denial. Sorry, you’ve been bumped, from a different twenty-something – this one holding a clipboard & a cell phone. She doesn’t let… Continue reading Poem 88 – The Almost Guest
Poem 87 – Storm Chips
Storm chips for Charis in Western Bay, Newfoundland when a storm is coming the furor of nature likes to whip & lashthe dramatic landscapes – the armies of treesthe sassy coastlines the ancient rocks the ghostlybarrens – Western Bay looks like land clawedby a tantruming beast or a nibble out of thelush coast by a… Continue reading Poem 87 – Storm Chips
VANESSA SHIELDS 