Clementines my son peels a clementinein one fell swoop, the orangepocked skin hanging likea torn remnant. I tell him I don’t really likeclementines. He says writea poem about how youdon’t really like clementinesthen he walks to the kitchenand puts the peel in thefood recycle bin andeats the tangy bulbous bits. My tastebuds lift, turn away,at… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 5
Tag: food
Holiday Time
I have no idea what day of the week it is. I know the number, 26, but I don't know what day it is because my body has lost all feelings in this regard. You too? It's sooo bizarre! I mean, if I feel any day in my body it's Saturday. One loooong Saturday. I… Continue reading Holiday Time
Poem 297 – Food, before bed – a question
Food, before bed – a question If you could eat anything in the world right now, what would it be?We ask each other this as our bodies warm under the dog-haired duvetSomehow envisioning our desired food before bed helps the sheep come quickerOh, such comfort brings food…even when it’s imagined Tonight, it’d be a hot… Continue reading Poem 297 – Food, before bed – a question
VANESSA SHIELDS 