Monday Morning Reflection on a Sunday Evening Thing I Did (Maybe) It’s quite possible that yesterday at my friend’s houseas I was lounging on the sofa, and talking aboutBad Bunny’s Super Bowl half-time extravaganzaI stuck my finger in my ear and caught a chunk of skinunder my nail and then looked at it…all the whilecontinuing… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 9
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POEM A DAY – January 12
Monday. Oof. The Poem This Morning The poem is bitter about hormonesThe poem prefers to downward dogThe poem exhales a deep-belly sighThe poem has to peeThe poem cracks its spine in a gentle twistThe poem backs awayThe poem tip-toes to bedThe poem poems without me
Poem 312 – Monday Evening Quiet
Monday Evening Quiet eyelash flutters on the lower back of this dayguide me into another night of sighs laden with letting the page is quietwords at rest say
VANESSA SHIELDS 