The Ides of March, per the Roman calendar, is March 15th. In Roman times, the Ides of March was a festive day dedicated to the god Mars and a military parade was usually held. In modern times, the term Ides of March is best known as the date that Julius Caesar was assassinated, in 44 BC
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
Poetry: Guardian
Put me to bedSend me to sleep’till the sun risesTuck me up in sheets of silver beamsWarm me in your glowWatch over my spiritwhen it jumps out to dreamBe my guardian tonight
Worm vs’ Centipede!
I encourage you to take walks. Whoever you are and wherever you live, you should take walks. It is one of the few places in life where we are away from our home, office, TV, computer, phone. Take nothing with you and just walk. Before there was an iPad, or even electricity humans spent manyContinueContinue reading “Worm vs’ Centipede!”
Lead Belly
Since fall of 2011 I have been the hostess on a local classic blues radio show, “Boosie’s Playhouse Classic Blues” that airs/streams on KMRE 102.3/ kmre.org heard every Saturday night at 10 p.m. PST. In doing research for the show I come across many interesting stories. Here is one of my favorites about the classic blues artist,ContinueContinue reading “Lead Belly”
Poetry: Walking Up Holly
The Maritime Heritage Park Fountain and the Whatcom Museumas seen from W. Holly StreetISidewalk DesertWalking up Holly StreetLife is alive with the livingLow tide wakes the sensesas mid-day traffic races byWalk uphill towards Bay StreetPass three homeless ones who wander camel-less like wise kings searching for The StarMan with a stroke-limp hobbles bypassing me on the right nodsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Walking Up Holly”
Rhodes Nails It
Alan Rhodes is a writer for the Cascadia Weekly. His article, “Channeling the American Literary Canon: Six Dead White Guys and Emily Dickinson Talk About Coal Trains” in this weeks issue, 7/18/12 #29, split my sides with laughter!When he came to Ernest Hemingway it seems he was truly channeling old Hemmy.Here’s a peek:In spring the coal trains came andtheyContinueContinue reading “Rhodes Nails It”
Poetry: Coffee for One
Laboriously she entersthe coffee shophair up, make up on,clothes clean, ready for warAlways orders coffee for oneHolding herself up on a push chairforearms flex with each stepas they carry the familiar load.She hugs her history,heavy with disappointment,on each hipSits alone at a table for sixcoffee servedshoulders back, chin upawaits a conversationthat never arrives Surrounded byContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Coffee for One”
Song: Suzanne
Songs are poems. Poems are songs. This one to me is sung best by Nina Simone.Hylas and the NymphsJohn William Waterhouse, 1896 Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she’s half crazy But that’s whyContinueContinue reading “Song: Suzanne”
Poetry: Transform
Transformation of person to poetOne day something grabs you without touchingAn idea lingers in your mind, like garlic on the tongueA vision walks all over you placing footprintson your being without leaving a bruiseWords become puzzles you have to solveYou write, you type, you scratchan equation out hoping the math totalsYou turn emotion into aContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Transform”
Fresh Air
Yesterday afternoon, desperate for some fresh air, I slipped on my shoes and traveled half a mile to Whatcom Creek. Earlier that morning I put some olive oil in my hair for a home moisturizing treatment so I thought I’d find a good place to sit by the creek and sun my hair for a bit, let that oilContinueContinue reading “Fresh Air”
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