Chest cold It is cold. My chest feels iceberg-ed.My lungs, freezer-burned.This infection is wrecking, wracking.You know the sound of a fingernail on comb teeth? That’s the sound in my throat when I breathe. Airflickering. Yes, I’ve seen the doc.I’ve swallowed the meds, suckedthe meds, slept and slept and now the cold is in the words. At least I can… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 20
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POEM A DAY – May 18
Ecstasy is wider now a Capertee canyonrolling, richsweating, swervinghis expert fingersvibrational pressuregusts poundingsupple edgestightenedde capo ariariver rupturescells astralpleasure-pulsed
POEM A DAY – May 17
The tulip’s wilting petals stun my mouth to small smilea petal is a page I can worship I took photos of the tulips I received as a gift of love from my husband on Mother's Day. 🙂
VANESSA SHIELDS 