Her anxiety… …like the three-skin layer scratch on my thumb knucklepuffed pink edges, little sighs of pain & the scab catchingon polyester blends, the teal wool sweater, the yellow&whitestriped dish towel – I can’t take it away the line of wound the regimen of stinging how it feels itselfmuch more than it will ever show… Continue reading Poem 271 & Reviews x 2!
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Poem 183 – When the voices are
When the voices are The voices are daggers today–Does it matter–Where they came from–Who sent them–How they sharpened–No.They. Are. Here– And so, voices, I hear you–I see your jagged edges–I am to be punctured–Perhaps even–To be cut open– Let’s see where your points settle–Then I will write– Photo by Charis Cotter Day one of the… Continue reading Poem 183 – When the voices are
Poem 82 – Nervous
Nervous There are leaping lemurs in my bellypushing off branches of worry & snappingthem against the bottom of my rib cagemy stomach a cage of sorts…a jungle of anxieties I can’t nameit’s a right undiscoverable terrain in therethat my logic can’t discern This type of steadfast flustering arrivesunannounced & somehow knows theentrance password…breathing helps &soft… Continue reading Poem 82 – Nervous
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 