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 159 – restructuring haibun
Restructuring haibun this body needs an internal restructuring of language its cacophony of voicesbounces off bonescascades down cellsacts like a bunch of bumptious bratsat a bedtime they deny how proudly pugnaciouseven their malicious ponderingsoh, if only I knew how to sift thempowder them blow them away in oneharrowing howl –worth the affliction of this kind of release… Continue reading Poem 159 – restructuring haibun
VANESSA SHIELDS 