Father Memory my dad used to twist the edge of his moustachefinger tips rolling thick black hair between them in the same way I rubbed two pieces of silkybaby-blanket material between my fingers the effect was calming, steadying, a pullingfocus past fears of fire and famine and failure the baby blanket went missing decades agoand… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 28
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POEM A DAY – March 30
new the dogs chase, trundle, nip and napone is goofy, floppy, eagerthe other is cautious, curious, confused the humans are tired, happy and sickone is loopy, sloppy, eagerthe others are excited, working, awed there is little space in my brain forpoetry – sleep is stuttered even dreams don’t reach my shore but oh, isn’t it something,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 30
POEM A DAY – March 29
An Exhausted One-liner After the First 24 hours of Our New Puppy Living With Us the pup sleeps on my foot Friends...I am soooo exhausted! In a flurry of furry irony...here are pics of Wallace sleeping...and one showing how when he lays down, he crosses his paws. Oof. He's tremendously adorable. Pages is...adapting. She's cautious… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 29
VANESSA SHIELDS 