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”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
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”
Poem: Maritime Park
shoes on the lineshang to markthe bargaining tablepoint of actionoffice closed for nowdue to weather no hollow eyes to nod at no dirty hands to wave backthe fields hereafternoon homesfor the addictsemptysnow just left and meltingrows of unfinished snowmen,wordlessly guard overnothingPhoto by Ann Bilowz~SPLaws***National Poetry Month | Write a Poem a Day
Poem: Love’s Wine
Hummingbird heartpushes out toxinsof red wine and cabbageCockroach mind scurries in search of crumbs and dried yellow cheeseDesperate parts of mewant to love all you offermy stomach not use to pure nectar rejects itForgive those parts of methat lean against youas a tree planted tooclose to the wallPhoto by Frances Fu-SPLaws*** National Poetry Month | write a poem aContinueContinue reading “Poem: Love’s Wine”
Poem: Light Like Love
The wind blows in its fresh breathsmell the sunshine on its wavesun shines as a lamp turned on by GodDesigned to remind meThe universe is the big blackBut where you are nowI wish to see you
Event: Poetry Reading
Join local poetsHeather Curtis, Shannon Lawsand Jennifer Bullisfor a poetry reading celebratingNational Poetry Month.April 5, 2014, 7:00 pmVillage Books 1200 11th StBellingham, WashingtonCome on down to celebrate National Poetry Month and the release of Heather’s new poetry book, “Upon Waking”.”Upon Waking has been inspired by the exploration of landscapes: both internal and external. The mind, natural world,ContinueContinue reading “Event: Poetry Reading”
Mayor’s Arts Award
Shannon P LawsMayor’s Arts Award35th Annual RecipientBellingham, WashingtonIt is with great joy and thanks to our Mayor Kelli Linville and the Bellingham Arts Commission that I share with you my good news: I am a recipient of the Mayor’s Arts Award, 2013. Truly a once in a lifetime award! 2013 was an outstanding year in theContinueContinue reading “Mayor’s Arts Award”
Poem: Visitor
A poem comes by for a visitjumps, twists, turnsin the room of imaginationMy pen begs to carve it beat in the metersas placed prison barsspaced inches apartcapturing an essence Truth:You are not minePockets turned out with noproof of visit, no valet ticketto retrieve after-party transport,A bookmark fallen from the pagesof a story unwrittenI love youNever knew youIContinueContinue reading “Poem: Visitor”
Philomena / What Are You?
Just last week I went to see the movie “Philomena” at the Pickford Film Center. Here is what the Internet Movie Data Base writes for the movie’s summary: “When former journalist Martin Sixsmith is dismissed from the Labour Party in disgrace, he is at a loss as to what do. That changes when a youngContinueContinue reading “Philomena / What Are You?”
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