Author Archives: Shannon Laws

Poetry Book: Odd Little Things

This book was a lifesaver. Written over the years of late 2012-2014 the poetry that emerged from my finger tips started to take a new direction.  Nature and love topics will always be on my forethought, but objects like a pole, a cinnamon roll and a rain drop on a porch at night attacked myContinueContinue reading “Poetry Book: Odd Little Things”

Poem: Comforter

Soft fog is silent atop Lake Samish The sleepy water snores against its shore Glacier waters bounce off rock-face leaping down into the warm bed like cold feet. The lake sits as milk on the bottom of the bowl A ring of jagged evergreens holds it all down I squint and the view is aContinueContinue reading “Poem: Comforter”

DNA Part Five: How Do You Identify?

This morning I’m reviewing my results from 23andMe.  I’m feeling frustrated and exhausted. Starting to wonder if I am an alien baby thrown from a space ship as it was circling the sun.  The results came back on Thanksgiving 2014, but the closest relative located is a third cousin; we have four segments in commonContinueContinue reading “DNA Part Five: How Do You Identify?”

Poem: Groaning with Graffiti

In the style of Denise Levertov, poet (1923-1997) Three years the poem of your body, of my eyes upon your body of my hands reading each muscle— Stroking, sweeping the scent in the rite of worship, going down from the beat of a neck vein, along broad shoulders, twisted hair trail, belly to cock. ForContinueContinue reading “Poem: Groaning with Graffiti”

Poetry: Housekeeper

Originally posted on shannon p. laws :
Housekeeper People of all types Come and go to my hotel The same room will house Many different lives Some stay for less than eight hours Others for days Each time I reset the room Removing the evidence of a life I know them now when they walk in…

Credentialing vs. Educating

Happy New Year! Every year they blow up the Space Needle in Seattle, my home town.  The firework engineers attempt to create a new show every year.  It is probably a challenge given the structure they have to work with.  Same structure, different show. I feel a little like I need a “new show”.  GoingContinueContinue reading “Credentialing vs. Educating”

Poem: Voice on the Trail

    Voice on the Trail “and at last I saw : wherethe road lay through sunlight and many voices and the marvelorchards, not for me, not for me, not for me.”  -from the poem ‘Then I Saw What the Calling Was’ by Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980)   All the voices of the Wood called “Shannon!”ContinueContinue reading “Poem: Voice on the Trail”