The Intimacy of Morning Menses I am coming, she saysarriving in the lower back, clawing Punching holes in skin, rising in redsher colour spectrum ripe Pay attention to me, she whisperscrawling in the abdomen, knifing She grips the mind and stirs ittakes away its clarity I am here, she exclaimsplanting in the ovaries, raking She… Continue reading #NPM22 – The Intimacy of Morning Menses
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Poem 6 – The Pause
The Pause she must rememberto stop forgettingwhat day it is in the grand schemethat is when the blood will flow there is a wreath offorget-me-lots circlingher womb – a halo ofpure blues seeping scentsdrug-like dulling the light that lives in thehearts of her last few eggs no, she is not as ripenor as nimble as heryounger golden garden just… Continue reading Poem 6 – The Pause
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 