Two Submission Responses This Week anticipation, for weeks, two seeds burrowing in the bottom left temporal lobesprouted, embryos of hope hypocotyl-ing and also a memory: my mother in the yellow sun-faded kitchen on Moy. fisting the beige phone handle, the curled cord coiling into itself, the curve at the base, cracked, black wires in shadow.… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 13
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POEM A DAY – April 12
Sunday’s Poem there’s a poem blown in from the westsnagged on the clothesline, nestled in the fleeceI saw it, on its back, legs wide, surrendered I left it thereit looked so comfortableso happyso contained
POEM A DAY – April 11
Nature’s Morning Lesson With The Dog there’s a hard line in the back yarddefining shadow light the dog has no idea her goldenbody stands in both perfectly equalled
VANESSA SHIELDS 