I’ll be Dreamscaping taking a shovel (soft-edged)to the pipes in patient waitinggathering seeds of storiesflitting in my femur, picking uppoetry pods littered & stuckin my pancreas – oh, wonder!oh, curiosity! oh, muse naked& aroused I’ll be with you soon
Poem 337 & 338
337 - Haiku for Carlos Ruiz Zafón you did it again*cleared my mind of poetryI’m in your labyrinth *Friends, it happened again. All day I reminded myself: writeyourpoemwriteyourpoemwriteyourpoem. And the day flew by with moments to fill with poetry...but instead I held up his book, Labyrinth of the Spirts...and I was gone. I stopped because… Continue reading Poem 337 & 338
Poem 336 – Work
Work it’s nearly ten & she’s still workingwhat does that even mean?categorizing expressions of livingchanges them in her bodywith each new meaninginterspersing like shrapnelthen eating news that warsdamage in her guts relativity is pain’s dialectwhen resilience slips inshe exhales to an 8 countbut the inhalation alwaysarrives – a thick black hairon the chin of her… Continue reading Poem 336 – Work
Poem 335 – Tell Each Other & Yin Writing
Tell Each Other The following things: If there’s a rice-looking snot in a nostril (or any shape of snot, actually)If there’s a dark chunk of food between teeth (or any coloured chunk of food, actually) If breathe is deathlyIf a bra shows throughIf ear wax is showingIf one smells like poo If you need an… Continue reading Poem 335 – Tell Each Other & Yin Writing
VANESSA SHIELDS 