Madrona Grove – Page 25 – shannon p. laws

Poem: glacier

glacier I like fire. I watch fire, it seduces me as it rolls over stone and soot-wood If you wait long enough I will tell you all my secrets. They will calve off crash into the ocean between us. Truth, I will float tonight salted for flavor

Event: Peace Arts Workshops

You’re invited… World Peace Poets and Whatcom Peace & Justice Center presents~ The link to register for the FREE workshops is: http://www.whatcompjc.org/wpjc-blog/peace-art-workshops Register NOW. Everyone welcome! Classes available: July 20, 1-3 p.m., Songwriting (with Geof Morgan), July 27, 10 a.m.-noon, Writing – all types (with Rebecca Mabanglo-Mayor) August 3, 10 a.m.-noon, Poetry (with Susan Chase-Foster) Also,ContinueContinue reading “Event: Peace Arts Workshops”

Poem: Just Dawn

Just Dawn My window blinds squint out a slit of light. No one can tell the view from here but me. I see the June cherry tree out there, on the other side holding bouncing chickadees that peck at branch aphids. I hear the roof-spine morning seagulls barking orders —when pushed off swiftly byContinueContinue reading “Poem: Just Dawn”

Poem: Homeless Servant Less Than

Homeless Servant Less Than I am a dirty demographic. The frog in the hand of a young boy testing his powers I am the lump of feather-bones on a pine needle floor poked at by eight-year-olds with a stick A mermaid with a black eye A mountain goat with a bad foot AContinueContinue reading “Poem: Homeless Servant Less Than”

Poem: Pearl

Pearl -By Shannon Laws There’s a pebble in my boot named “That Night” A callus has formed around it I’ll never find a pearl in my sock That time the time I failed That one time that night the night nothing worked and you died How sorry I am Both legs limpContinueContinue reading “Poem: Pearl”

Poem: Her Hands

Her Hands The door squeaks Hello as I enter her sanctuary The leather garden gloves still hold the hands. I see them. It is the first thing I see. History molded into each finger strip crooked right pointer finger bump on the left where a ring sat blacken ends that dipped in freshContinueContinue reading “Poem: Her Hands”

My First Villanelle: Towards Harris

But first a note from my desk… This villanelle came to me during my first week at a new job on a cold, dark, foggy February morning. With steel toe boots on and a budgeted $7 for travel and lunch in my jean pocket, I search for the bus stop on Harris to catch theContinueContinue reading “My First Villanelle: Towards Harris”

Event: Mother’s Day Celebration Big Rock Garden

You’re invited~ Poetry in a park? YES! This year it was my job to gather poets for the 23rd annual Big Rock Mother’s Day event. I’m so thankful to present this stellar list of exceptional poets from the Bellingham area and one fabulous poet-mother from Seattle, Ibtihal Mahmood. Ibtihal is a Chairperson at IMIA -ContinueContinue reading “Event: Mother’s Day Celebration Big Rock Garden”

Poem: the many layers of my lover

the many layers of my lover by Shannon Laws coat vest shirt undershirt slacks skin heart and soul bones hold the universe rich dark pother pour out the eyes shine on my planets bring warmth to those hidden seeds grow a budding forest my river returns your pull drink from the ocean the home ofContinueContinue reading “Poem: the many layers of my lover”

Event: King’s Book Feature

You’re invited~ The City of Tacoma and Puget Sound Poetry Presents “The Distinguished Writer Series” March 11th , 2016 7:00 p.m. Kings Bookstore, 218 St. Helens, Tacoma WA Featured Reader: Shannon P. Laws “To date, this event in Tacoma is the farthest I’ve traveled to feature. Thank you Connie Walle, pugetsoundpoetryconnection.org , for organizing this gathering. I lookContinueContinue reading “Event: King’s Book Feature”