This Now The dog snores.The coffee colds.The heat whirs. Pope JoanHestiaSappho and Marguerite Porete await my attention.The journal pulses. Death is open-mouthedswallowing anotherbody into its belly depth, darkness:the hold before a new birthing untangles into thelight. Grief is agrotto we slink into – weep, laughsigh, sleep. Ourflushed cheeks press againstseashell walls.
Tag: love
POEM A DAY – March 10
I see faces remind myself: this is what love made, what love makessafe repetition, rigorous reminding, that first sip of french-pressed coffeeand now, the spring song of birds and that open-mouthed morning mawof mother nature sighing - we did it again, we survived another winterthen the blue jay screams of protest: many did not survive,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 10
POEM A DAY – March 3
Simple but Huge Thank youbodyfor another dayto love
POEM A DAY – March 2
“…that harsh and strangled sound…”From Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s After I wish that wars we wage are eternally internalthat the bombs we drop are chakra bound that thebullets we shoot are philosophy loaded thatour harsh struggles are the wrangling of valuesnegotiating love’s forces…that the strangled soundsof pain are proof that when we love ourselves whenwe harness… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 2
VANESSA SHIELDS 