Yellow Fish I have one of those standing fish vases mouth agape, awaiting waterbefore it glug, glug, glugs in joyoussonority after I fill it, pour. It is yellow. It waits beside the blue flower pothoming a lush fern. Yesterday, afterthe panicked rush to the vetafter stuffing my face with freshpita and garlic, after making a nutella cookie sandwich,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 18
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POEM A DAY – April 17
it is a risky move and the timing is never going to be right w(itch) makes sense considering there’s never a good time to ground myself in the swirling extraordinary chaotic energy of using my voice as a translator for my heart’s mad rationalities. it is not lost on me, that the stress of throat-chakra… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 17
POEM A DAY – April 13
Two Submission Responses This Week anticipation, for weeks, two seeds burrowing in the bottom left temporal lobesprouted, embryos of hope hypocotyl-ing and also a memory: my mother in the yellow sun-faded kitchen on Moy. fisting the beige phone handle, the curled cord coiling into itself, the curve at the base, cracked, black wires in shadow.… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 13
VANESSA SHIELDS 