I dreamed I was married to… Denis Leary What is this? The first in a series of dreams where I am married to a famous person was with Denis Leary. Dreams are a surreal forum. These are real dreams dreamt by me, a real person. My dream book tells me that when aContinueContinue reading “I dreamed I was married to…Denis Leary”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
Event: Redmond Poets in the Park
You’re invited… Saturday, 15 July 2017, 11:00 am to 6:00 pm — FREE! Anderson Park | 7802 168th Ave NE | Redmond, Washington Featuring Washington State Poet Laureate Tod Marshall and many other guests! Poets in the Park in 2017 celebrates the 20th anniversary of the Redmond Association of Spokenword. ReadingsContinueContinue reading “Event: Redmond Poets in the Park”
Poetry: Christopher Titus Save Me!
The following is an embellished account based on a real experience. Inspired by the poem “the 12 hour night” by Charlies Bukowski from his book “what matters most is how well you walk through the fire.” Christopher Titus Save Me! By Shannon Laws “…our bodies were worn, our spirits whipped. there was a senseContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Christopher Titus Save Me!”
Event Everett Poetry Night
Come one, come all! Such a joy to feature again at Zippy’s. Great poetry-loving crowd. Duane is a wonderful host. Zippy’s offers yummy sandwiches. It’s a win, win, win. I’ll be reading for the first time from my new book, “Fallen” with FRESHLY PRINTED copies on hand to take home. I’m carpooling down to Everett.ContinueContinue reading “Event Everett Poetry Night”
Poem: The Back of My Hand
The Back of My Hand By Shannon P. Laws It was that time of the day when the light gave away the distance of each hill The twilight swarm of gnats and wishing cottonwood seeds bounce off the windshield in a rush to live and die The dark sun wanting to set took a restContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Back of My Hand”
Poem: Castaway
Rain clouds over Seattle skyline, photo by Christian Bobailla Castaway by Shannon Laws I am a yolk inside an egg first light backlit behind mother’s skin Morning glows gently through her Texas accent It’s about to rain in Seattle Clouds dark-gray-pregnant with drops hover over Yesler Way Latin guitars labor heel slaps against slatsContinueContinue reading “Poem: Castaway”
Confession of a Recipient
Confession of a Recipient Last evening I received my second Mayor’s Arts Award. Allow a moment of confession, just to help the editor in me get back to sleep. You see I woke up at 2 a.m. bothered. I prepared a speech expecting a five-six minute read time. Excited to share a bit of WHOContinueContinue reading “Confession of a Recipient”
Poem: Good Neighbor at Midnight
Good Neighbor at Midnight By Shannon P. Laws Must muffle your voice orgasmic or sorrow Do not disturb your neighbor Do not worry your children asleep down the hall keep it in Do not let any know the parameters of your character the highs and lows of what makes your eyes tear The newContinueContinue reading “Poem: Good Neighbor at Midnight”
Poem: Where Are You Eastwood
Where Are You Eastwood By Shannon P. Laws Long and bent a switch not picked Your blue eyes squint in the sun Stiff, rough hair starts a match at your jaw
Kickstarter “Fallen”
Help support my Kickstarter Click here to visit the Kickstarter site For two years I have been working on my third poetry book “Fallen”. It’s 85 pages long and has 47 select poems written between the years 2014-2016. The book block is finished, the cover is designed, one print copy in hand. The book wasContinueContinue reading “Kickstarter “Fallen””
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