womb thrumming in the darkness of excitementthat dread-heavy tightening between shame and ecstasyfrenetic fertility flight – light lashing waves of affirmative action, the body astral in pleasure’s mouth. A single eggslow, bloated yet bellicose, bellyclose, a final miracle in maybe-ed movement, will drop into oblivion, living lastly in the reds of moonsong, soaked or wiped, flushedaway in gratitude,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 18
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POEM A DAY – February 18
Two Nights in Ottawa 1.I went alone to an old film theatre.It was on a slight hill, marquis shininglike a goddess. I can’t remember whatfilm I watched, but I remember feelingthe post-movie joyful bloat in my belly:popcorn, soda, sugar zinging in waves,the knowing of loving art deeply. I hadto walk back to my sister’s apartment.I… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 18
VANESSA SHIELDS 