What She's Doing To Me “I know the days are offering me only murder for my future.” pg. 5, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept by Elizabeth Smart She comes at me in a flurry of assaulting adjectivesShe whips adverbs like wet switches on the shadows of my skinthe tender spots that… Continue reading Poem 204 – What She’s Doing To Me
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Poem 177 – lunch with the women in honour of Nonna
lunch with the women in honour of Nonna fat rain on her graveshe wasn’t there anywayin our laughs she joined THIS MONDAY AT 8PM! INSTAGRAM LIVE! I've never done Instagram live before, so for that reason alone you should definitely join us! Witness me trying on a new thang - including getting me and my… Continue reading Poem 177 – lunch with the women in honour of Nonna
Poem 176 – One Year Ago
One year ago as I slept,you slippedyour sun-fire soulinto Dolomite mountainheaven – since thenI’ve been climbing outof loss, my fingers bloodiedwith poetry tethered to the stardust your laughter left behind. You swoop in on the lip-red wings of a cardinal or poke the wind in the miraculous bodyof a dragonfly. Earlier this week,you got tangled in a spider… Continue reading Poem 176 – One Year Ago
Poem 173 – The Tower, Her Insistence
The Tower, Her Insistence When I was stepping inside the skeleton spineof the Eiffel Tower, I was avoiding touchingthe sturdy metal railings, avoiding inhalingthe musk of the man ahead of me, avoidinglooking down as my thrumming legs liftedme closer to the sky. I felt in a cage. Completely embraced bya structure that could never know… Continue reading Poem 173 – The Tower, Her Insistence
VANESSA SHIELDS 