When the voices are The voices are daggers today–Does it matter–Where they came from–Who sent them–How they sharpened–No.They. Are. Here– And so, voices, I hear you–I see your jagged edges–I am to be punctured–Perhaps even–To be cut open– Let’s see where your points settle–Then I will write– Photo by Charis Cotter Day one of the… Continue reading Poem 183 – When the voices are
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Poem 181 – 4:44
4:44 three fours in bright lightafter a finger tap to my phonealert & open to the incomingsignificance of this number a trifecta of angel messageconvergence after four stormspounded their palms on my pathI’m not afraid this time rather in awe – persevering through thethick muck of worry to dancein the torrential downpour oftrusting my foundations… Continue reading Poem 181 – 4:44
Poem 179 – Flat Tire & TONIGHT AT 8PM INSTAGRAM LIVE EVENT!
Flat tire the pop sound was hollowlike a giant pulling the inside of his cheekwith his two fingers – the car tirepuncturedthen thwhawp-thwhawp-thwhawp a flappinglike the throat of a mainsail caught in a bitter wind I pulled the car overrelieved a side street was availablefor sanctuary to inspect the damageit was easy to spot –… Continue reading Poem 179 – Flat Tire & TONIGHT AT 8PM INSTAGRAM LIVE EVENT!
VANESSA SHIELDS 