Food, before bed – a question If you could eat anything in the world right now, what would it be?We ask each other this as our bodies warm under the dog-haired duvetSomehow envisioning our desired food before bed helps the sheep come quickerOh, such comfort brings food…even when it’s imagined Tonight, it’d be a hot… Continue reading Poem 297 – Food, before bed – a question
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Poem 5 – Paris, at dawn
PARIS, AT DAWN Another me slipped under my skinlast night as I was readingshe grabbed onto my spinelike it was a light lamp in Parismy blood – a red-tinged fog She was in Paris swingingaround the post one arm outhugging the belly of the infant morningshe’d been up all night dancingonly the sequence on her… Continue reading Poem 5 – Paris, at dawn
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 