Wander if you’re wondering what your purpose isthat means you know you have one certain things take years to beginbut that doesn’t mean they don’t exist before they start a story has a purposea story takes ten years to begin a butterfly is a soul migrating until the perfect wind breathes under the perfect wingthe… Continue reading Poem 265 – Wander
Poem 264 – The THIS of it
The THIS of It - for Nic the vastnesses of exchangethat ventilate – the sliced open hole in the bleeding trachea of life the THIS beyond the language that gives it life in the deep deepnesses of nowthat suture this love on your everything. THIS. your story shared [THIS] your naked ode [THIS] here in… Continue reading Poem 264 – The THIS of it
Poem 263 – Hinge
Hinge I don’t know how to tell you thisto give you the number of times I’ve tried to say –how the sounds wrap around my bones jagged coughingit’s like… the only thing I can be is hingedconnected but swinging away opening a gap that is finite with a brisk wind ofinfinite apologies each of them… Continue reading Poem 263 – Hinge
Poem 262 – Another Poem About Writing Letters
Another Poem About Writing Letters the page is patient ink is intuitive kind words swarm a cluster of giving in your mind & heart the words are also patient I carry around her letterit jumps in the corners of my sightimprints on bag detritus seeps into nowswhile I finish other things a letter waits to… Continue reading Poem 262 – Another Poem About Writing Letters
VANESSA SHIELDS 