Mourning in the MorningInspired by Paula McLain’s Skylark, pgs 116-118 I mourn for the woman birthing a breech baby in the cellar as war-sirens scream under her. A woman birthing makes sounds only a birthing woman makes, and in a cellar as war-sirens scream, the echoes of these sounds braid like new friends in a… Continue reading POEM A DAY – June 11
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POEM A DAY – June 10
I Know I Will Die, But Not Today at my end, when this body is levitating ash I hope what remains of my remains is the origami heart-stirthe bone-softening laughter the throat-nuzzle voice liftand the tear-river rush of my love for you Friends, I know my poems have been...deeper...maybe darker than usual. I'm okay. Attempting to gracefully… Continue reading POEM A DAY – June 10
POEM A DAY – June 9
Apology The fly does not know how to leave the bathroom even though the door is open. It flies into the shower, banging against the dirty glass doors, the frosted window, the cluster of hanging eucalyptus. Its buzzing sound makes me flinch and cover my ears, the vibration making my earlobes twinge. I admit to… Continue reading POEM A DAY – June 9
VANESSA SHIELDS 