Maps IV For N he sutures the rip in our map-tapestry with his tonguethe way his soft white beard emotes makes me swoonthis compass always points Us so when we veerindependentthe latitudes lead heart-forth& the starry sky flips, falls on our naked time has no place in this legendlove atlas-es, outlasts each body& yet, we… Continue reading POEM A DAY – AUGUST 9
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Maps III MotherAlwaysPointed,Screaming
POEM A DAY – AUGUST 7
Maps II here’s how I map my relationship with fear:relax my bones, let them float like lily pads in the ponds of my passionbe still so I can feel the zing, the subsequent spasm of bowel believingit needs to panic, because every part of my body is alive with a desireto believe, because every location… Continue reading POEM A DAY – AUGUST 7
VANESSA SHIELDS 