Father Memory my dad used to twist the edge of his moustachefinger tips rolling thick black hair between them in the same way I rubbed two pieces of silkybaby-blanket material between my fingers the effect was calming, steadying, a pullingfocus past fears of fire and famine and failure the baby blanket went missing decades agoand… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 28
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POEM A DAY – July 27
sometimes we don’t see the end I mean, how could we?eyes filtered with shades of redmuscles jazz-handingskin zinging from touches that move dreams into concretefutures: marriage, house, babythe inevitability of hardshipslaughable because love because in love everythingis possible except the endand this is not a denial of deathbecause love cradles death a lullaby of knowing…… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 27
POEM A DAY – July 26
floatation device mimosa flowerdries, releases, pirouetteson the water top
VANESSA SHIELDS 