Feeling Haiku ripe anger canyonhummingbird wings weak in windsfeeder out of reach Tender Freedoms It's September first and I'm having some feelings about it! Parts of me are flabbergasted - how could this be happening already? Where did August go? I'm. Not. Ready. For. Socks. And yet, other parts of me are makings lists: Fall… Continue reading POEM A DAY – September 1
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POEM A DAY – May 20
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
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
VANESSA SHIELDS 