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
Poem 89 – Tears
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
VANESSA SHIELDS 