Two Nights in Ottawa 1.I went alone to an old film theatre.It was on a slight hill, marquis shininglike a goddess. I can’t remember whatfilm I watched, but I remember feelingthe post-movie joyful bloat in my belly:popcorn, soda, sugar zinging in waves,the knowing of loving art deeply. I hadto walk back to my sister’s apartment.I… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 18
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POEM A DAY – February 17
Fog for those of us with our head in the cloudswhen the clouds touch down, we groundbow into the surrender of that which wecan see but cannot hold, like all the bestthings: love, laughter, heat, dreams bow into the surrender of height daringto fall, to feel branch tips like soft kissessuck the marrow from dampening… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 17
POEM A DAY – February 14
let me love what is hereafter Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s Acceptance soft blue whisper of day’s beginning maple’s sturdy reaching toward light children safe in daring dreamscapes a lover curled in passion’s pursuance unfathomable grief twisting in shattered hearts joy leading mourning’s parade toward peace bodies that beautiful on the ribs of Hope’s heaving here is… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 14
POEM A DAY – February 11
In excitement for our upcoming Erotic Writing Retreat, here's a little poetic dittie for hump day. Hee. Hump. hands on she looks for hands:where they touchhow they holdor hang lonely especially in restaurantswhen people pair like wine & meatshe looks for palms on hipsor fingers braided with fingers she remembers feeling ribsunder wet skin, the… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 11
VANESSA SHIELDS 