Good dirt under my fingernails like waxing-moon eyeliner, in my nose like pepper flakes noir, between my breasts like pesto on plump bread, on my skin caught in sweaty sunscreen like bedazzle…this summer day in the yard yanking and raking and pulling and pushing and mowing and picking and scrubbing and hanging…and now there is… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 30
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POEM A DAY – February 27
Dirt sometimes it surprises me how much dirt gets under my fingernails the deep browns the flat blacks the urgent yells of green grime but I secretly love the two-step process of burrowing a nail under a nail and scraping out the grot then scraping out the grot again – the small collection of yuck… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 27
VANESSA SHIELDS 