June 2010
About Vanessa
Posts by Vanessa:
Sophia’s Dragonfly
Happiness is a Place
In college I knew Ryan I don’t know him now Before him there was Shannon who I never knew, and how! It high school it was Sarah and others I forgot In fourth grade I knew Megan, so now I know her not And before here there were many who I never knew, or will…
Lexington’s Amazing Giraffe
April 2010
Stacked
Together we we never see the things we should And though not shy we both just lie we’d sooner die before we would Admit to knots of creeping thoughts we never bought those lands And so in bed I hold my head I could instead be reaching for your hands July 2009
At Twenty-Two
At fifteen I knew you. But not at sixteen and now we are twenty-two. And now it seems you are a simile of a person I knew. And if now I ran into you I might say, “You remind me of someone I knew.” And that person would be you. She would be the you…
Oh, Calliope
Calliope sits with her tablet on her thighs she cocks her head she hears our cries she smiles slyly and invites us with her eyes to try again We have our paper and our pen Our quill and ink and type We have decided this is when We will gird our loins and try again…
A Tree Grows in Smog
A year and a half in housekeeping behind and done and gone Having never known such strife or lived through work so long No longer quite so young As a result, a different view between you and me, the things we knew The difference of a sprout and flower Time, it’s power has instigated the…
The Day the Oatmeal Changed
Eggs were in my oatmeal this morning when I poured hot water from the kettle out hatched all the dinosaurs. They fumbled and they grumbled awake from age-long rest they climbed great oatmeal mountains Stegasaurus and T-Rex. They were loud and proud and monstrous they gave a bellow and a roar I found I could…
A Frog for Michael
Feb. 2010
Emily Comes and Goes
The world is full of stone-cold souls lined and bunched and ground They look and frown from their marble bowls They detest that we're around Emily had an angel face a heart of pure spun silk And no comprehension of that place They flowed over her like milk Now in their dark and shallow depths…