Midnight Banshees Murder of crows chase a raider owl who clutches a black feathered baby in it’s claws They howl behind the homes racing down back streets Caws want justice while talons extinguish life! The Race of the Midnight Banshees; hunters compete with guardians Foul eating foul The fittest, the quickest will feed- only defeatedContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Midnight Banshees”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
Lead Belly
Here is one of my favorite stories about a classic blues artist. This is from my classic blues radio show, “Boosie’s Playhouse” that airs/streams on KMRE 102.3, heard every Saturday night at 10p PST: Lead Belly, the famous classic American Blues artist was born in 1888 as Huddie Ledbetter. He reached the top of his bluesContinueContinue reading “Lead Belly”
Poetry: Wink
WINKMorning sunlight, sun lowstretch shadows long,twinkle through the branches that sway in the current,bath me pleaseStronger the lightHarsher the darkSun can not be everywherenature’s landscape prevents itGod made or notCrow flys bynods its headas if it remembers meYour life so simple CrowPlease brood over my featuresA wink when you fly by will let me knowThey areContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Wink”
Poetry: Guitar Man
Taps his foot to the musicFrayed boot heal wiggles against the floorFingers, as comfortable on fretsAs his legs are in jeansWhat does he sing?What is that sound?History weeping throughOozing out of dry crevassesDays in the sun createdPoems written on wrinkled paperSongs sung to walls of fallen plasterLarge women clap approvalHoping to take a piece homeFrequencyContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Guitar Man”
The Gift
About eight years ago someone gifted me a bottle of eau de parfum Chanel No. 5. I purchased a small bottle of it in my early twenties and quickly burned through it; it was my favorite fragrance. How wonderful to find this old friend again or perhaps it found me? With kids, a job, andContinueContinue reading “The Gift”
Neighborhood Watch
This morning I decided to fore go the trip to the gym’s treadmill and “tread” around my own neighborhood. Last fall I measured a one mile loop through town, and walked it four times a week before I joined the gym. Feeling nostalgic, without giving it anymore thought, I dressed for the walk. Slipping into my outdoor walkingContinueContinue reading “Neighborhood Watch”
Vicarious Vacation
A year ago I was on my island enjoying the salty air. Here’s a blog of mine from summer 2010. Wishing you all a good vacation season! ~ShannonThe phrase “summer job” leads most people to picture a student making pizzas or serving burgers during the long three months off from school. If you live onContinueContinue reading “Vicarious Vacation”
Poetry: Alarm
For about 12 years I spent two hours or more a day commuting to work, just sitting in traffic 10 hours a week, 40 hours a month! This poem is a window into that “zombiefied” lifestyle, something I’ve been freed from for over three years. How wonderful to have that time returned to me:Watching the clockwaiting for timeContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Alarm”
Poetry: Brick
IAwake!”Bay Street Brickis what I am.Over 100 years oldpainted thirty-two times.”Worn down, graffitiedRain and windhave tried their best to dissolve me,none more effective than time”This archaic building needs me no more!It could still stand strongwith the absence of ONE.The Builders that placedme here did wrong”II”Bay Street Brick,a vacation I need!Perhaps to be a part ofContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Brick”
Poetry: Reinhart’s Cup
A green cupA handle for holding Ridges? Simple decoration.Held eight ounces easilyThis was your Grandpa’s cup.He loved that cup.The coffee doesn’t taste right to meDefected glaze, mother said,Don’t try to drink from it.I used it to hold my pens.She removed the pens and scissorsThat had been stabbed into placeShe turns it upside downA paper clipContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Reinhart’s Cup”
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