September 9 Before suddenly, without warninglike the dazzling sting ofa fast slap on naked skin this invisible marker in timeafter all the visible deathscomes from within soon living in shockscollages a new reflectionin the same mirror September 10 It’s A Different Alone I am mid-fall and losingthe fears of letting goshe asks: what wouldit feel… Continue reading POEM A DAY – Sept. 9 & 10
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POEM A DAY – April 2
Today's piece is long....after a long journal about the pink full moon and an oracle card pull and fours hours of sleep in a row (!) and a watching the Artemis II blast off into space. This is all real. Miraculous Medal“Those are the graces for which people forget to ask”…said Mary (Mother of Jesus)… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 2
Work – Heeding the Call(ing) Even When I’m Scared.
Lately I've been having a difficult time sitting down to work. Any sort of work. Creative work. Administrative work. Work work. It all feels a bit like cracking teeth and not pulling them (which I'm pretty sure is worse than pulling them). What I mean by work is any of the following: ...housework (cooking, cleaning,… Continue reading Work – Heeding the Call(ing) Even When I’m Scared.
VANESSA SHIELDS 