Seized, a haibun The used IBM typewriter sat likea black jagged hill of possibilitieson the coffee table My fingertips tingled just being near itthe deep scent of dust & technologyhung around it like a halo I leaned down & gently pressedmy pointer finger onto the ‘I’ Nothing happened exceptimmoveable denial which issomething “It seized,” he… Continue reading Poem 214 – Seized, a haibun
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Poem 213 – Yoke & August Hours at Gertrude’s Writing Room
Yoke From yewg: to uniteWe can bear this weight of losstogether – plow love *The first week of August we're closed for film camp! See you soon!
Poem 212 – Tell me
Tell Me everywhere I lookthings I lovesounds of lifeslipping into my ears nestingthis extended arm of homean outdoor sanctuary dottedwith purple-lipped bloomslavender dries to perfectionbits of Paris bend into flower potsbook covers coffee mugssteaming with comfort the maple trees are fat greenheads – leaves luxuriating lengtheninglike covid hair uncut for monthsbeautifully disheveled in the distance… Continue reading Poem 212 – Tell me
VANESSA SHIELDS 