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
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
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””
Poem: Rainer’s Shade
Rainer’s Shade Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in —Rainer Maria Rilke Protected by your stare Sun’s rays will burn me If it spies me standing there Under covers of the bed I made Next to a pile of books to read Window’s light a threat Curtains now aContinueContinue reading “Poem: Rainer’s Shade”
SpeakEasy 19
You’re invited… SpeakEasy 19: Poems of Darkness, Poems of Light Saturday, April 8, 2017 at the Encore Room in Mt Baker Theatre
March “Poem Booth” Space Awarded
The winner of the debut POEM BOOTH contest has been announced. Congratulations Kathleen McKeever of Bellingham, Washington! Sunnyland Scent If I could brew a personal fragrance of this morning’s air, my perfume would speak to the part of my memory which recollects towhee at the birdfeeder and sweet pine sisken song.ContinueContinue reading “March “Poem Booth” Space Awarded”
38th Annual Mayor’s Arts Award
“Thank you, City of Bellingham’s Mayor Linville and the Bellingham Arts Commission for awarding “Bellingham Art Beat” the Mayor’s Arts Award. It is a great honor. In addition, I need to extend a special thank you to the many dedicated listeners in Bellingham and online who follow the show, and the over 58 guests whoContinueContinue reading “38th Annual Mayor’s Arts Award”
Poem: Broth
Broth Ten dollars an hour for twelve hours —watch, stir, refill, stir again and watch. My tool a large paddle punishes coconut clumps Beats at them and their natural oil-tendency. Tomorrow I’ll beat at raisins Somebody’s gotta do it. My day hovers at various levels of self-induced hypnosis I’m on a lake of coconut directingContinueContinue reading “Poem: Broth”
Poem: Handcraft
I hide my hands from my lover
Dripping in apple’s wine
The season is now morning
Pit Stop
Pit Stop Early morning air whistles past the plant on the dresser, kicks at a scarf hanging on my bed post, then finds the place in my mind holding childhood trinkets. I surprise myself, reacting in song. I sing an old folk song handled and dusted by time, passed down generation to generation. AnContinueContinue reading “Pit Stop”
Writer’s Shout Out
Earlier this month Rena Priest, a poet, writer, producer and community activist, interviewed me for her new radio program “Writer’s Shout Out”. Her one-hour interview program takes a look at the life of a writer and the things that inspire them. This program aired on the non-profit, community station KZAX-LP FM 94.9 last week. It wasContinueContinue reading “Writer’s Shout Out”