Times are tough. Not for everyone all the time. There is a proverb that claims it rains on the just and unjust alike. Most proverbs reference a farmer’s point of view, so I believe “rain” is a good thing, it’s what you want, it’s pennies from heaven. My DreamAt times when very little rain comes myContinueContinue reading “Dream Big”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
Event: Three Poetry Host
You’re invited… My new poetry book, Odd Little Things, will officially launch September 6, 2014 at Village Books, 4-5:00. Please join me and my two poet-sisters, Carla Shafer and Erica Reed as we share our poetry. Books will be available for purchase and sign at the event. Three’s COMPANY I asked Carla and EricaContinueContinue reading “Event: Three Poetry Host”
Poem: Grasp
Mist disappears into clear air Turns into the space between us We once were something no one could hold All could see, none would breathe It was an occurrence that clings under limbs We were a paring like Lady Slipper and Pine Reach for yesterdays fogContinueContinue reading “Poem: Grasp”
Poem: Introduction to Discovery
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”
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”
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