Sunday’s Poem there’s a poem blown in from the westsnagged on the clothesline, nestled in the fleeceI saw it, on its back, legs wide, surrendered I left it thereit looked so comfortableso happyso contained
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POEM A DAY – April 11
Nature’s Morning Lesson With The Dog there’s a hard line in the back yarddefining shadow light the dog has no idea her goldenbody stands in both perfectly equalled
POEM A DAY – April 9
*CONTENT WARNING! The subject matter of this poem is about tampons.* I Was Never Afraid of the Tampon I remember me and my best girlfriendshuddled in the pink-tiled bathroom the rusting tub as witnesssquat-standing, legs open likeo’s, arm swooped, hand gripping the plastic applicator shiny with vaseline– vagina somewhere in the arch ofshadows between my trembling thighs… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 9
VANESSA SHIELDS 