And just like that, It swoops in. This...Otherness....This Disconnector. I was having a great day. Spent much of the morning in head-back hysterics, writing with ease, crossing things off the To-Do list like a master. Then...around 1pm...Its entry - chest-hit...oozes into me like the Mind Flayer (Shadow Monster) in Stranger Things (I'm rewatching the show...in… Continue reading The Swoop, The Flayer, The Light
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Poem 336 – Work
Work it’s nearly ten & she’s still workingwhat does that even mean?categorizing expressions of livingchanges them in her bodywith each new meaninginterspersing like shrapnelthen eating news that warsdamage in her guts relativity is pain’s dialectwhen resilience slips inshe exhales to an 8 countbut the inhalation alwaysarrives – a thick black hairon the chin of her… Continue reading Poem 336 – Work
Work – Heeding the Call(ing) Even When I’m Scared.
Lately I've been having a difficult time sitting down to work. Any sort of work. Creative work. Administrative work. Work work. It all feels a bit like cracking teeth and not pulling them (which I'm pretty sure is worse than pulling them). What I mean by work is any of the following: ...housework (cooking, cleaning,… Continue reading Work – Heeding the Call(ing) Even When I’m Scared.
VANESSA SHIELDS 