Two Submission Responses This Week anticipation, for weeks, two seeds burrowing in the bottom left temporal lobesprouted, embryos of hope hypocotyl-ing and also a memory: my mother in the yellow sun-faded kitchen on Moy. fisting the beige phone handle, the curled cord coiling into itself, the curve at the base, cracked, black wires in shadow.… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 13
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POEM A DAY – January 8
Anything like this ever happen to you? The StairsFor D.M My Nonna’s house is a sanctuaryan extension of the Catholic Churcha rectory a block and a half awayfrom the gold-gilded arches and theweary-faced saints statues of St. Angela Merici Jesus is herehe waits for me on the landing at the top of the carpeted stairswhere… Continue reading POEM A DAY – January 8
VANESSA SHIELDS 