Before I Write This Poem I push downmy cuticles.The strikingpain waxesmy fingernail moons. I thinkof the plumptoad in the backyard.He’s staringat you, my sister-in-lawsays. Mymother callsme her witchydaughter.
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POEM A DAY – February 3
Asia One time, the cat had fleas.She wasn’t ‘our’ cat but a catmy mom said she’d watchwhen her best friend movedto Japan (husband was inThe US Navy). The cat wasfat, fluffy, black and whiteand she didn’t like people.There was no petting her.If she had a kind momentit was to throw a smug glareas she sauntered… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 3
Poem 327 – First Kiss
First kiss it is all frayed nerves & flapping overwhelmit is all electric fear & limb zapsit is all blood & gore & rips & rageit is the thing beyond a labour of utter ugly love it is not snot-heavy on a freezing evening in a dirty alleyit is not horny-hearted on a dance floor… Continue reading Poem 327 – First Kiss
VANESSA SHIELDS 