The lights this evening are not denied their time
farther away from Harris Avenue the brighter they become
Lemon juice irritates the cut on my thumb
Ghost-hitchhiker talks to my temple
How do you find harmony, find a hole and fill it
He beat the Lilith out of her Eve that night
used her blood to write his scriptures
The lady’s roots scream, I will not fall before my time. My time is not today!
Lights above,
I’ll settle for a shooting star
come down, swing low
this night Split my
shadow four ways
round robin me
‘round the
Milk Way
It is not death I seek
but dancing the
true dance
true
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
shannon p. laws 