Closet The doorless shared bedroom at the evil step-dad’s house had a long, wide closet. I went into it like it was my private apartment. A carpeted, one-room sanctuary, clothes-roofed, shoes pushed aside like bricks. I hauled in chapter books, markers, crayons, stickers, Hilroys in soft hued-yellows, blues. The pillow, heart-cased, from my top-bunk bed,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 18
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POEM A DAY – July 3
Puce, late 80s Mid-summer. A for-free cottage. My mom’s ex-boyfriend’s generosity exposed in hot sand. A tennis court out front. red leather chairs that ripped the back of my thighs. ketchup and mustard. Boiled hot dogs. The blue and red dots of Wonderbread bags. Mastering the front walkover on sand-covered crabgrass. A lake we couldn’t swim in. The boy my sister… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 3
POEM A DAY – May 23
Rainy Days at the Cottage are as important as the sunnypetrichor wafting the space like a blues songtwo-stepping with must and skin-soaked sunscreen deciding on which dvd, or if you’re cottage is blessedwith nostalgic bliss, which vhs movie to watch:Ghost, The Parent Trap, The Lost Boys, Jaws playing Crazy Eights with cards so old they’re… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 23
VANESSA SHIELDS 