Lately, I've been making sure that if I park and there's a good song on the radio, I stay in the car and keep singing it. Loud and wild. I'm an avid seat-dancer from way back, so when I good song comes on, I like to shake it and twist it and shimmy it whilst… Continue reading Keep Singing
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Poem 320 – Meet Me – An Ode to Holiday Hims
Meet me - An Ode To Holiday Hims in St. Louis, Seattle, LA, Manhattan or England – I’ll fly around the globe for this:fill my dance card with names George BaileyBob WallacePhil DavisClark GriswaldEverett StoneChris (The Transvestite)John McClaneEdward Scissorhands (carefully)Joe Fox/Sam Baldwin (two birds, one dance)Jack FrostMr. Grinch (after his heart grew three sizes larger)… Continue reading Poem 320 – Meet Me – An Ode to Holiday Hims
Poem 278 – In the Shower
In the Shower “…you can’t dance and stay uptight…” Dancing in the Moonlight, King Harvest We try to dance & stay uptight butit is impossiblehips tockingarms wailingparts flipping & floppingilluminated by a long-agopenned lyric our naked bodiesage to the beats of google-summoned music Facebook & instagram disappear into the ether of our lovewe laugh, oh… Continue reading Poem 278 – In the Shower
Poem 10 – Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream
Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream The old victorian houseis perfectly ricketycontent in the stateof itself shifted andunevened over time In the streets around herpanic – human mayhemworse than termites in woodor bees behind a wallyet the same in theirbuzzing destructionto exist In the sky – translucentblack orbs floating toconcrete and mudthe stepping out ofholograms… Continue reading Poem 10 – Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream
VANESSA SHIELDS 