Orbit for Miller There is noseparationbetweena sun and her rays I orbit the planet familyfour humans two caninesfood shelter waterbooks film art When I wrap myselfaround her shiningtickle her wristsmell her skinI tell herI hope big love greetsyou every morningIt will she says it will In this orbitI am curled indevotedsmallyet each breath inis a… Continue reading Poem 9: Orbit
Poem 8: On The Benefits of Hand-Writing A Letter
On The Benefits of Hand-Writing A Letter The smooth torso of an inked or leaded utensilPressed in a bouquet of eager fingertips Paper choice – the texture the smellThe rustle of communication Electric pulses of language from brainThrough heart through soul – physical Extensions of emotions in cursive flow The gathering of thoughts in pausesLooking out… Continue reading Poem 8: On The Benefits of Hand-Writing A Letter
Poem 7 – Green Beans
Green beans Yesterday I washed the green beansCut off the stem-heavy ends Heated the oilSautéed the garlicDropped in the parsleyLoaded the beans in the potThrew in a chunk of butter(for my thighs)Put the lid on the pot Yesterday I burned the green beansThe smoke detector started singingAt quarter past three alarming meAway from the forest of… Continue reading Poem 7 – Green Beans
VANESSA SHIELDS 