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 – May 14
Letting It Be Jealousy is thieving my joy This asserting blue-sky morningMaybe it’s because I went to bed so lateMaybe it’s because I looked at instagram too early She weeps for a year of being viralThis one gets a longlistThat one is a teen and already an alumna Of the workshop my old body yearns for I’m… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 14
POEM A DAY – May 8
On the Poet’s Existential Creative Crisis of Needing to Write a Poem When the Exhaustion of Content Formulation Far Outweighs the Metaphysical Transcendence of Divine Expression what is the poet to do?eat a Ryan’s Signature Donut at the closest Tim Horton’slick fingertips sticky with maple and sugarride the hyperglycemia rollercoasterwonder if tagging Ryan Reynolds on instagram… Continue reading POEM A DAY – May 8
VANESSA SHIELDS 