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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NEW COVER REVEAL & BOOK LAUNCH DETAILS!
IT'S IN THE PROOF! Indeed, is it ever in the proof! So, I excitedly opened the package from the printer which included a proof (a single, printed copy of the book for one final look-through before printing many more copies) of We the Mourners. I had a great WAH WAH. The cover looked downright awful.… Continue reading NEW COVER REVEAL & BOOK LAUNCH DETAILS!
POEM A DAY – May 18
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VANESSA SHIELDS 