Vanessa Pavelock
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Sunday’s at Santos MontrealA Poem by Vanessa PavelockThe soprano sax sings out “Summertime” Red pencil skirts and scotch circulate the space like notes to the song Someone in the kitchen.. |
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A Poem for Our GenerationA Poem by Vanessa PavelockDon’t lie, you’re obsessed with capturing moments Into a 4x4 frame. Instant. Gratification. You have no time. No time .. |
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Aged to PerfectionA Poem by Vanessa PavelockThe Dolce Patricia upon your lipstastes just like the Guiness we sharedthat September afternoon in Trolley SquareOnly richer, finer,And all the more s.. |
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Sunday Morning MimosaA Poem by Vanessa PavelockYou are a Sunday morning mimosa-- Dolce Patricia champagne, blood orange juice and grenadine. You are a sweet sip from a tall glass, after year.. |
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Off dutyA Poem by Vanessa PavelockI collectseashellmemoriesin litteredcoffeecupsalongthe shorethat bore me,pushing methroughthe wide waveliquid chaosof the riptide current.Iswim in adi.. |
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SurvivalA Poem by Vanessa PavelockThe kayak sinks and we are left floating in lifejackets, waiting for someone to slow down his speed boat and let down .. |
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CarelessA Poem by Vanessa PavelockI have been folded into too many paper squares. I am covered with messy creases, and car grease from your unwashed hands. |
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The EndA Poem by Vanessa PavelockHere I am at the endof the Island, sittingwith my feet danglingoverforbiddenbluffs.I look ahead to see thatthere is nowhere elseto go from here-.. |
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Sandy Hook VigilA Poem by Vanessa PavelockThe student body gathered outside that winter night on one of the windiest days of the year and we held candles in pap.. |
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Finding Hope in an Inkblot MasterpieceA Poem by Vanessa PavelockMy first try at slam poetry with the prompt "Why do I write Poetry?" Any slammers have advice? |
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