Shannon Laws

Poetry: Droplet

All the rain is making me think about this poem from 2010: Sitting with a warm cup sipping down the chamomile looking up in awe at the droplets drop Abstract cutouts of dark trees create the stage so I can view you descending from a silvery cloud What of that one drop? Where were youContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Droplet”

Four Corners

Please enjoy the music while your party is being reached… I’m working on a blog, and my short story and my article, honest. I’m really not just sitting back and enjoying the company of men. This is serious research. It’s called living. Ever do it? I know you have. But, I’m not just taking timeContinueContinue reading “Four Corners”

Kidnapped

Spring always puts me in a sentimental mood. You know, it’s all a part of that inane idea to get rid of the old and bring in the new; spring clean the garage, backyard and the soul. Some projects take up so much time I feel like they’ve kidnapped me! During the tedious task ofContinueContinue reading “Kidnapped”

Poetry: Tongue In Ink

The best poems are not written in ink but by the tongue.Spoken into the air never finding paperTouch by the mist of breath against your neckSaid in the dark rooms where lovers meetNot at all recorded nor syllables numberedBut art form just the sameOnce activated and released the words are all lostLeft to moments thatContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Tongue In Ink”

Poetry: Tossed Salad

Mango with broccoliApplesauce with tomatoesMy fruits are mixing with my veggiesCrunchy lying next to fleshy meatRound and rectangular shapesBright colors and textures in concertPerpendicular forms, Parallel situationsJuxtapose elements comingleTwo people walking side by sideUnaware how their vectors will change With this innocent meetingThere’s an orange glow on the horizon New day starting with mixed reviewsNoContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Tossed Salad”

Poster: Phrasings

Ferry Stories

This summer a short two pager that I wrote will be in a book about Washington State ferries. The story is about what it was like to be on a ferry the morning of 9/11. Here is a little taste:New flames were emanating out from the south tower. We looked and waited for the personContinueContinue reading “Ferry Stories”

Poetry: Green

Oh to be the type of greenthat stays green through the frost,when the ground is white andbranches are heavy with Winter’s weightBrown red orange,the colors of fallmost greens do faderetracting in the cold airFreezing to the warm summers sunto be green in all seasons,fresh to the touch ever holding the color of LIFE!

Pressed

This week I had a family emergency in Eastern Washington that required my attention. I went. It was stressful. Must admit, the thought to not go and avoid the drama all together was entertained, but soon pushed to the side by my sense of obligation.Some of the ways I relieve stress is to drink plentyContinueContinue reading “Pressed”

Mom’s Holiday Ham

OK, true story:One holiday four generations of family are all gathered together in the youngest daughter’s new home for a rare time together. This is her first time hosting a family dinner. Her mom is helping her with the ham. The daughter plops the large ham into its pan and asks the mom, “OK whatContinueContinue reading “Mom’s Holiday Ham”