Bands
sunbeams
twinkle with
flecks of our skin
rubbed off from touch, rubbed off
as dry soil spinning from a sedimentary cliff
layers of time pressed into the stripes we call days
***
Poem: Dust
Posted byShannon LawsPosted inMadrona GroveTags:Arizona, broom, days, dry skin, dust, Lower Antelope Canyon, poetry, red soil, Shannon P Laws, skin, sunbeams, swifter, time
Published by Shannon Laws
Shannon Laws is an award-winning poet, performer, and advocate for the arts. She has been recognized with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Her work has been featured in numerous journals and anthologies, and she has captivated audiences at esteemed literary events, including the Jack McCarthy Evergreen Invitational Slam, SpeakEasy, Poetry Night, Kitchen Sessions, and the West Coast Tagore Festival. Beyond her writing and performances, Shannon actively fosters literary and artistic communities. Since 2022, she has curated Corridor, a monthly “found-art” zine project that showcases the work of more than 50 contributing poets and artists. She is also the founder and host of Poetry Club, an engaging discussion group established in 2015. View more posts
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