Book In My Hands This birthing emotional spectrum from stardust to deep earth to seed to trunk to treethe heavy pressing into pagesoh the holding of Time – inked A book the galaxy of its giving its open-hearted takingthe glorious exchange between writer & readerthe tongue the ear the sounds of life delivered the feasting… Continue reading Poem 93 – Book In My Hands
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Poem 82 – Nervous
Nervous There are leaping lemurs in my bellypushing off branches of worry & snappingthem against the bottom of my rib cagemy stomach a cage of sorts…a jungle of anxieties I can’t nameit’s a right undiscoverable terrain in therethat my logic can’t discern This type of steadfast flustering arrivesunannounced & somehow knows theentrance password…breathing helps &soft… Continue reading Poem 82 – Nervous
Poem 77 – Spindle
Spindle spins constantlypushed by the invisiblehands of Karma or Time or both flexible needle a moveable beastsnaking inside my body pin-tipped pricking my tonguemy eardrum the belly of my colonvocal chords eyeballs the tender cushions of my soles – my souleven in her graceful hiding spots oh my heart is a beloved destinationalas this curse is… Continue reading Poem 77 – Spindle
VANESSA SHIELDS 