it is a risky move and the timing is never going to be right w(itch) makes sense considering there’s never a good time to ground myself in the swirling extraordinary chaotic energy of using my voice as a translator for my heart’s mad rationalities. it is not lost on me, that the stress of throat-chakra… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 17
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POEM A DAY – April 16
Before I Write This Poem I push downmy cuticles.The strikingpain waxesmy fingernail moons. I thinkof the plumptoad in the backyard.He’s staringat you, my sister-in-lawsays. Mymother callsme her witchydaughter.
POEM A DAY – April 14
the red thing the blue jays are screaming as if they are the voice of the red thing caged inside my ribsthe red thing battling through another rejection the red thingunstoppably impossibly doingthe job of keeping me alivewithout my permission, reallyI didn’t choose this red thingthe way it ambitions the wayit pursues the way it mattersbeyond its prison… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 14
VANESSA SHIELDS 