Shannon Laws

Spawning

Spawning Coho Salmon are one of the most attractive fish. This is a BIG fish with an average length of 28 inches, occasionally reaching 36 pounds. This fish is currently “in season” at the processing plants on the docks of Bellingham Bay. I know this first hand because I am a fish flinger. The CohoContinueContinue reading “Spawning”

International Peace Poets

The Bellingham Poets for Peace Read-In! Write-On! Event is pleased to announce the confirmed international speakers:Candice James,Duke Ashrafuzzaman, Bernice Lever, Max TellBong Ja Ahn, Lilija Valis, Janet Kvammen, Farina Reinprecht, and Una Brauhns.Referring to this collaboration of Canadian poets and American,Farina said it best, “We are a team” ***

Poem: Tempest

Miranda, the Tempest, 1916by John William WaterhouseThis morning the sky changed. Wind from a differentdirection cast surprise upon and stirred up curiosityTrees above sway to the song of Fall, make for a lovely dance to sing toBelow, wind combs threw underbrush, grabs the recently fallen,blows them into whirlwindsNorthern Gale, breathe on me, release from me deadContinueContinue reading “Poem: Tempest”

Event: Read-In! Write-On!

Some local poet and writer friends are organizing a World Peace Read-in! and Write-on! It will be held on Saturday, November 9, 2013 from 2 PM to 8 or 9 pm. at 910-14th Street (St. James Presbyterian Church). There will be an opening and welcome reception at 2 pm. People will be welcome to comeContinueContinue reading “Event: Read-In! Write-On!”

Poem: Dust

Bands sunbeams twinkle with flecks of our skin rubbed off from touch rubbed off as dry soil spinning from a sedimentary cliff layers of time pressed into the stripes we call days ***

Winter Prayer

This morning the sky changed. The wind came from a different direction than what I was used to, catching me by surprise and creating a sense of curiosity within me. The trees I walked under moved and swayed to the song of the wind, making for a lovely dance. The wind combed threw the branchesContinueContinue reading “Winter Prayer”

Poetry: September Bellingham

Down the hill my city sitsWaves nip at its hairFreeway scratches the bellyMountains hold down its hipLow mist rolled in early,refuses to leave this coveDown into the clouds I walk,floating up into a subdued worldHere exhales are marked,Talk can be seenSun baths buildings in a peach-warm glowas it fights the floating moisturethat crowns my September BellinghamNoon-thirty,visibility stillContinueContinue reading “Poetry: September Bellingham”

Chemical Warfare

Last Saturday, September 21st, was the International Day of Peace. With that said, today’s blog is about two women who hate each other so much, they pass gas whenever they are near each other. Yes, this story is about farts. Not just any kind of farts, but farts in the workplace. This is a realContinueContinue reading “Chemical Warfare”

Event: Fairhaven Art Block Party

Come one, come all to the first annual Fairhaven Art Block Party!Spontaneous street poetry provided by the Chuckanut Sandstone Writers Theater.This festival is designed to spotlight the wonderful artistic community in the historic district of Fairhaven.I’ll be one of the street poets, with my book Madrona Grove in hand.**See you there**