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”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
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”
No Marrow in CLOVER
Great news! Mary, from the Independent Writers Studio office in Bellingham, confirmed this morning that my poem “No Marrow” was accepted for the December edition of Clover. Been a tough month for submissions; this news came at the perfect time. It is rather humbling to be amongst the poets and writers of the IWS.* Thank you,ContinueContinue reading “No Marrow in CLOVER”
Poetry: South Beach
South Beach Eagle KingOften, we would walk South Beach togetherThat long large-pebbled beachalong the Salish Seaon the island’s west sideShort salt water waveslap up against the shore there,constant rhythm set by the wind,like a slow rock tumblersifting for agatesBrown cliffs of San Juan barely hold a road on top itselfLarge crumbles of dirt clotslay at itsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: South Beach”
Free Yoga
This morning I tried to do yoga with a television class, “Morning Yoga”, broadcasting from the local CBS channel. The program was only 30 minutes long. Due to a restricted budget I gave up my yoga class membership for a month. The benefits of Flow Yoga cultivates cardiovascular health, and musculoskeletal strength and flexibility. It tunesContinueContinue reading “Free Yoga”
Spider Home
This year a spider has made its home in the drivers side rear-view mirror outside my car. It’s a tiny little guy whose legs are just barley visible dangling down from the top edge of the mirror, in a hermit crab fashion. I only noticed it’s web the first time in June, when the sun hit the silk’sContinueContinue reading “Spider Home”
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