this sacred unmaking knowing that there are limited moons left to pass through my womb, knowing there are limited lives gripping my ovaries, knowing there are limited deep-dark streaks on my underpants, knowing there are limited cottons to soak my mean reds, knowing that the sacred unmaking of this body from maker to mother to… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 30
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POEM A DAY – June 20
*CONTENT WARNING - There are curse words in this poem* Chicane - Again So I’m in the shower and my brain is going as it does in the shower thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking about singing but I don’t have the music on and thinking about turning 50 and what I will sing… Continue reading POEM A DAY – June 20
POEM A DAY – February 24
A Woman Now I remember when I was in my thirtieswhen motivation was abundant andmy muscles were always tender fromthe hard tearing in group ex Body Pumpclass at the women’s gym. I watchedolder women around me, judging their plumpbellies and soft arms, in awe of the stay-the-sameness of their bodies. I didn’tunderstand why after so… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 24
VANESSA SHIELDS 