Thrum I awake to thevelvety thrum ofheartbeats rushingin the deeps of my earsa foreshadowing rhythmfor a day alive with possibility Before my bones bear downin the moments my musclesmeet the morning’s whispering lightI am not afraid or worriednot less or better than I am velvet thrumbloodrushingto greetskin
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Poem 64 – More on the Merits of Handwriting a Note
More on the Merits of Handwriting a Note the time it takes to hand write a love noteis far surpassed by the love it spreadsthrough its intended receiver It's Friday! Oh, how I love Fridays! The sun shines brightly daring us to shine our own brilliant light! Can you feel it?! I hope so. Did you receive your… Continue reading Poem 64 – More on the Merits of Handwriting a Note
Poem 62 – Ode to my Moustache
Ode to my moustache soft nowafter a pair of weeksgrowingfrom black dotsin pink skinlike seeds intasty fruitgrowingwith the hormonalhurry of my moontimepreparationtender pimplesdistracting my eyesas you lengtheninto a velvet fieldof darknessgrowingdespite your rightto be thereI spread coldsmelly Nair overyou in vainwait ten minutesfeel the tingling burnthen wipe you offwith a tissueyour pieces drowning in gooyou are the… Continue reading Poem 62 – Ode to my Moustache
VANESSA SHIELDS 