I held her book to my chest closed my eyes and sighed.I want to write like her, I saidmy voice meek on a smallwave of breath. the wordsdaggered between my ribsand guilt bled out in crimsonrivulets. why is it so difficultto want to write like me? whydoes it feel like only in deathwill come the… Continue reading POEM A DAY – August 31
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POEM A DAY – July 24
Stir when I was in the pool, breaststroking in circles, i stirred up the algae, lifted the soft green tinge with my arms, my legs, made a clear centre that I saw only when I stopped stirring, got out, looked at the whole of the body… guilt lacks true rootsuses sunlight, oxygenmy heart, to grow
POEM A DAY – May 28
Today Is My 48th Birthday & Instead of Writing A Poem I Lived It
VANESSA SHIELDS 