Fight, Flight or FrozenHave you ever been frozen? The other day I witnessed my cat having a close encounter with one of our islands red foxes. It was interesting to watch; my heart pounded wondering if I was witnessing the end of our “Princess”. From my perspective, atop the second story deck, it looked asContinueContinue reading “Article: PTSD, Fight, Flight or Freeze”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
Poetry: Web of Glass
There is a spiders homeattached outside the top floor window of the hospital.Its home faces south west;view of the woods.The dot-like body bouncesin the wind web too transparent for me to ponder uponHow many flies does it catch on the sixth floor?Not many, not enoughBugs that hit the glassaiming for the hallway lightget tangled by deceptionWindow washer will comereclaimContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Web of Glass”
Poetry: Ghostly Eyes
Waking up alwaysSame time on the clockWalk through my houseSteps on an unchanging trackI see youA solid massYour feet touch the groundgrasp the earthMy specter form floats byUnperceived by the blindIgnored by the angryForgotten by the busyI remember what living was likeI see you allFrom my ghostly eyesOrbs of mistAnd compromise~A spooky poem from myContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Ghostly Eyes”
Poetry: Puppeteer
PuppeteerYou turn meLike a camera settingNormal to negativeWith a clickMy voice modulatesTo your earHigh tones dialed downPitch bent skewedYou hand me a scriptQ and A for the partyLists topics to avoidPeople I may talk toHow do I look?You look me overBlack evening dressHair up, heels highProper postureOh, you forgot these…I touch my ears,Barren of drops,ContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Puppeteer”
Forgiveness
As a writer I am often overtaken by my characters. Trying to imagine what a new character is thinking, how they would walk, talk, what kind of clothes they wear and what they’ll do next is in the job description. Yet sometimes I’ll have an encounter SO real that it seems more like entertaining aContinueContinue reading “Forgiveness”
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”
Song: I Love
https://youtu.be/vONC3sdhiwM My mom came up for a visit today. Mom and I both share the gift of gab. We chatted all through breakfast and during coffee, while doing a project around my home, and had a nice chat over a glass of water. We touched on many subjects. Somehow we started to talk about theContinueContinue reading “Song: I Love”
What Are You?
For the first two weeks of my life I was an orphan. My birth mother left me at the Seattle hospital I was born in. She walked in to the emergency room in labor, gave birth and left the next day. Gone. Nothing but a one page form filled out. It’s doubtful that the information she gave was truthful,ContinueContinue reading “What Are You?”
Poetry: River Ink
River Ink Went to the river looking for a poem I found my familiar trail Winding woods that hug the bank Whatcom Creek in August Bushes high and Full of berries, Birds and spiders webs. Grass sways underwater Moving in sync with the river Is this what peace looks like, Melted into movement Tree branchContinueContinue reading “Poetry: River Ink”
Poetry: Ghost in the Hall
When I was a childA Skeleton Ghost would walk The bedroom hall of our homeAfraid of the dark I would sleep with the light onMy door open just enough to keep out the troubleThat lurks in the imagination of a ten year old,Usually, hiding under the bed or in closetsGhosts are everywhere when you areContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Ghost in the Hall”
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