Father Memory my dad used to twist the edge of his moustachefinger tips rolling thick black hair between them in the same way I rubbed two pieces of silkybaby-blanket material between my fingers the effect was calming, steadying, a pullingfocus past fears of fire and famine and failure the baby blanket went missing decades agoand… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 28
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POEM A DAY – March 12
Travel Memory In a minivan on the interstate driving to Maine.My boyfriend drives, my mother sits in the passenger seat.Me and my sister take the middle seats, and the cousin visiting from Italy sits in the back. I was seventeen…eager and horny, angry when my momwouldn’t let me and the boyfriend sleep in the same bed.At… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 12
VANESSA SHIELDS 