Chest cold It is cold. My chest feels iceberg-ed.My lungs, freezer-burned.This infection is wrecking, wracking.You know the sound of a fingernail on comb teeth? That’s the sound in my throat when I breathe. Airflickering. Yes, I’ve seen the doc.I’ve swallowed the meds, suckedthe meds, slept and slept and now the cold is in the words. At least I can… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 20
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POEM A DAY – March 18
womb thrumming in the darkness of excitementthat dread-heavy tightening between shame and ecstasyfrenetic fertility flight – light lashing waves of affirmative action, the body astral in pleasure’s mouth. A single eggslow, bloated yet bellicose, bellyclose, a final miracle in maybe-ed movement, will drop into oblivion, living lastly in the reds of moonsong, soaked or wiped, flushedaway in gratitude,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 18
LIFE UPDATE!
Friends, it's been a minute since I wrote a post about my life's happenings. Currently, I'm sprawled out on the sofa in our living room, laptop on my lap, fireplace crackling on Netflix (I'm loving all the fireplace options!), glancing at the blustering snowstorm outside between writing sentences. I have to venture out there soon… Continue reading LIFE UPDATE!
VANESSA SHIELDS 