The Morel of the Story the black morel foraging trifecta:moisturetemperaturetrees & I reckon a spring-sproutingdouse of luck is necessary too& keeping your eyes ground-ward& your hope skyward your brain will feel awkwardwhen it registers the fungiclearly a very long lost cousinof its gooey-folded form C tells me you have to cleanthem well, they’re filled withbugs:… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 2
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POEM A DAY – April 24
I love me an ode! Ode to Spatula I love how you don’t meltin atrocious heatflat-bed functionslide over & flip fancy I love how you let melove tap pancake topsomelet foldsbuttered bread I love how you reachmake changemove nourishmentprotect it from burning I will never use you asa weaponthat was a different youin a different… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 24
POEM A DAY – April 5
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
VANESSA SHIELDS 