The Under I remember crawling under the dining room tableafter Sunday lunch. Sitting cross-legged in a forestof feet. Jagged bones. Painted nails. Subtle scentsvinegar and cheese. The ends of bodies stacked orrubbing carpet or yanked back when I touched…I liked the solitary space. The singularity of my smallthoughts wrapping the under like a sock. Not… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 17
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POEM A DAY – May 8
On the Poet’s Existential Creative Crisis of Needing to Write a Poem When the Exhaustion of Content Formulation Far Outweighs the Metaphysical Transcendence of Divine Expression what is the poet to do?eat a Ryan’s Signature Donut at the closest Tim Horton’slick fingertips sticky with maple and sugarride the hyperglycemia rollercoasterwonder if tagging Ryan Reynolds on instagram… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 8
VANESSA SHIELDS 