Found another rejected piece...did another little edit. Happy Monday! Call It it’s nearly ten & she’s still working. relativity is pain’s dialect. when resilience slips in, she exhales an eight count & then the dizzying inhalation like a thick black hair on the chin of her day that she can’t feel growing & she knows… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 11
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POEM A DAY – May 10
In a word… MysticalOverturesThreaded throughHearts: Mother as maestraExhilaratingly profound Resplendent
POEM A DAY – May 7
Brownie for breakfast Because I’m a grown ass woman and can eat what I wantBecause I’m alone and it makes me feel betterBecause I baked them myselfBecause chocolateBecause deliciousBecause it’s sunnyBecause it’s ThursdayBecause why the fresh hell not?
VANESSA SHIELDS 