You touched me You touched me the way I wanted you to The way I wished you would You read my mind, —And you touched me Your fingers moved along the ridges of my galaxy in search of the ignition: old crate of dynamite hidden in the shed sweats with glycerin delicate to movement so my loveContinueContinue reading “Poem: Introduction to Discovery”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
Poem: The Reach
Clings to a rock Root suckles at soil Leaf stretches for warmth. Where moss can grow Footholds of green Press on gray. Love’s caress breathes your scent Stuck to you as bark along the branch. Wood, too wet to burn Smokes out the flies —Noisy pests that seek blood. *** *inspired by trees growingContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Reach”
Little Words
This morning I am thinking about a friend I use to know, when I lived in a different town. I’ll call her “N”. N has brain damage caused by an accident and a stroke. I do not know how or when she got it; I never asked. N has a speech tick, which means sheContinueContinue reading “Little Words”
Dive
Walking along the pier, right at the elbow that bends up towards Fairhaven, I notice a shy heron walking deliberately among the pilings. It’s twin legs and long neck hide the bird as it rests near the jagged grey-brown grain of whole trees, de-barked and weathered. Only when the heron gracefully kissed the water forContinueContinue reading “Dive”
Dream: The Petals
It all started with a bouquet of flowers. Left on the circle table in the center of my new apartment positioned gracefully in a heavy crystal vase, a hand-me-down from my mother. Multi-colored assorted. They brightened the room and matched my shower curtain, and the bedspreads. The second Monday morning, in my new apartment, theContinueContinue reading “Dream: The Petals”
Poem: Oven
House of the overcast waits for the sun-break to warm the seeds that hide beneath the sod
Poem: Fort Builder
I am a fort builder of cushions and sheets I stole the plywood from the garage and nailed it to the tree I am the girl who spattered lavender paint on her new jeans for school I am that one I am that girl who made extra money picking berries, babysitting, and watching cats IContinueContinue reading “Poem: Fort Builder”
Book: Odd Little Things
So happy to announce that my book is out, and ready for purchase! “Odd Little Things” Released June 2014 Purchase your copy here: http://www.villagebooks.com/book/9780692222355 Description The 2013 Mayor’s Arts Award recipient, poet, author and community radio personality, Shannon P. Laws, celebrates glory in the little things, the odd little things to be exact. “Odd LittleContinueContinue reading “Book: Odd Little Things”
Poetry Day Camp
Saturday, I went to a poetry day camp taught by a well known poet here in Bellingham. Went in support of a friend and I’m surprised at the poems that came out of the day, well, not TOO surprised.Poetry is a personal art, an intimate process. To write poetry in a group setting creates conflictsContinueContinue reading “Poetry Day Camp”
Poem: Graduation
GraduationThe average person gets 432 haircuts in their lifetimeFor you I wonder- too many, or not enoughRegardless, you will not like most of themEvery seven years your skin is completely renewedFrom scalp to toes, a new birthday suit is knittedYou will use at least 150 toothbrushesfrom baby teeth to wisdoms,and swallow just as many spidersorContinueContinue reading “Poem: Graduation”
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