Read me the paper Uncle
Loud enough to hear in the kitchen
Touch it for me, turn those pages
Aunties and I are cooking the dinner
hands must be kept clean.
But in your place by the fire
the beige recliner squeaks
on the back-beat of your rocking,
toes slide in and out of slippers
leather stretched out and soft
as a first basemen’s glove
Calloused hands turn each inky page
of the Sunday review
headlines shout at us
while we chop onions
Shannon Laws is a poet, producer, and advocate for the arts. She is the recipient of the Village Books Literary Citizenship Award, two Mayor’s Arts Awards, and the “Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion” from the Writers International Network in British Columbia. Shannon is the author of four poetry books and one poetry album. Since 2022, she has published Corridor, a free monthly poetry zine. She lives in Bellingham, Washington, near the Salish Sea.
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