Have you ever worked with a ghost? One summer, I worked on a Washington island as a housekeeper at a large inn that is playfully haunted by “Maggie”. My encounters with the ghost were so gentle, she is an inspiration for my book scheduled to be released 2015. The Inn wasn’t very old. You’d expect aContinueContinue reading “Maggie the Ghost”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
Guest Poet: Denise duMaurier
SnowdropA daystar opened in my row of dead leaves pallid from the wind a golden center ready for the slug that finds it blind and eats it whole. Feet that feel no miracles will stomp on it thinking it a weed in the way of clearing fallen bark and broken twigs that quit the tree.ContinueContinue reading “Guest Poet: Denise duMaurier”
Poem: Handcraft
I hide my hand from my lover Dripping in apple’s wine The season is now morning The harvest hangs on the vine I shall pick the fruit Forgotten by my lover I shall reap the award Of the farmers labor Dance across the leaf That shines with dew Hop along the river A trail weContinueContinue reading “Poem: Handcraft”
Poem: Am I lovely? Of course!
A poem by Vera Pavlova (translated by Steven Seymour) Am I lovely? Of course! Breathlessly I taste the subtle compliment of a handmade caress. Chop me into tiny bits, caress and tame my soul, that godly swallow you love to no end. *** Vera wrote, “poetry is like earthworms, thought is like cud, and understandingContinueContinue reading “Poem: Am I lovely? Of course!”
Two-Toned
Here is a blog post from 2010. I no longer own this watch. This real life story is on my mind this morning. Hope you like it.~Shannon Sometime around 2004 I won a prize. My sales efforts for the year earned me a gift of one item from a catalog titled “Copper Tier Winners”. ItContinueContinue reading “Two-Toned”
Three Things
This week I am thinking of three things: clouds, pockets and revelations.As a kid I watched “Bewitched” re-runs after school. Sometimes Samantha would join her mother in the clouds for a witch to witch conference. They would argue with each other completely oblivious to their surroundings. Apparently in that universe it was normal for witches toContinueContinue reading “Three Things”
Event: Mayor’s Arts Award/Speech
Tonight at 5:30Here’s my thank you speech: I am filled with joy and encouragement over this award. It is a humbling experience to be listed with the other artist from the past years and those receiving it today. Many of whom are on my list of people I want to be someday.I believe IContinueContinue reading “Event: Mayor’s Arts Award/Speech”
Poem: Ink Stained Hands
Read me the paper Uncle Loud enough to hear in the kitchen Touch it for me, turn those pages Aunties and I are cooking the dinner hands must be kept clean. But in your place by the fire the beige recliner squeaks on the back-beat of your rocking, toes slide in and out of slippersContinueContinue reading “Poem: Ink Stained Hands”
Poem: Bridge
Walk over Whatcom CreekRot filled reed twirls on axlein a current heading toward the baywave hiccups over, turns whiteif only for a second to breatheGrass flat on the shore exposes all that rest here in the cold under arch pressed and flutteredstuff with downFrogs sleep in mudhidden below snails and slugshand knit stitch surrounds my headShoes trace theContinueContinue reading “Poem: Bridge”
Poem: Wrong Seat
Chair with no backingbroken spring in there, somewherecushion a questionable colorpattern select or historic stainmust test if still wetSit here if you like it’s the last chair leftand it is just not rightYour frame will not fitthe Seuss-wobbled structureyet you sit. It is the last chair.Bottom line discovers thedispleasure immediately-SPLawsWassily KandinskyNational Poetry Month | Write aContinueContinue reading “Poem: Wrong Seat”
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