Tangled Inside the foliage a new stalk grows and twists around the fold of each arm You touch me with your spring, embrace me with your summer We rub together, winding in the wood When you leave it is winter’s sun setting too early Bring back your spring to me. Let us lie again inContinueContinue reading “Poem: Tangled”
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Poem: This Midnight of Existence
This Midnight of Existence The exhale of a horse steams imagination, relieves the tension in my shoulders as Atlas sets the earth down for dinner. While the busy-squeak of a mouse shuffles the bush night is young and mischief afoot! Trails trip under the network of blackberry roots, an intelligence plays here. ConsiderContinueContinue reading “Poem: This Midnight of Existence”
Poem: Bus Girl
Bus Girl She looks in the glass again to check if the image has changed New headphones, new hair She’s still the same LOOK Eyeliner of lines drawn in the sand Streaks of blonde scream in her hair Lips moist with gloss, pink as a newborn LOOK, again Everything’s the same. She smiles.
Poem: The Riddle
The Riddle I am a net tossed into the sea. Weights in the corner drag me down. One hard jerk secures the catch. Winch and pulley draw me back. Wet and heavy with dinner and debris If I could be used for something different Tablecloth Rug Curtains A net to hold fruit, a wallContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Riddle”
Poem: The Field
The Field Bushes of death-berries near the bus stop begged me to take their picture last week. Branches whip their winter fruit, heavy at the end, as proud as a child holding summer’s vanilla cone. Proud they are plump, ready for the eating, stiff sticks shake nervous in the morning fog— Remember us, this field of us!ContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Field”
Poem: Monday Night and I Missed the Last Bus
Monday Night and I Missed the Last Bus Sure stepping down the long south slope behind the college pitch black out, the on-coming cars blind me, for a long second the sidewalk disappears, each car tests me walking by faith I believe the ground is still there Sideway-rain covers myContinueContinue reading “Poem: Monday Night and I Missed the Last Bus”
Christmas Letter 2015
Will Ferrell as “Buddy” in “Elf”, 2003 Round and Round THE EYES OF “CHARLIE HEBDO” EDITOR STEPHANE CHARBONNIER APPEAR AT AN ANTI-TERRORISM RALLY IN PARIS, FRANCE. JAN 2015 2015 seems like an amplified version of 2014 don’t you think? Except this year we had the added entertainment of an American Presidential race, promotional “stuff” forContinueContinue reading “Christmas Letter 2015”
Poem: Anything Else
Anything Else -Shannon P. Laws It flakes off my shoulder when I bend down Black trails my movement Dark spots in the corner of my eye let me know it’s still there A reminder of the charcoal thread that ties me to my past whisps of whispers from that one night long agoContinueContinue reading “Poem: Anything Else”
Poetry Club
Poetry Club Bellingham Hosted by Ron Leatherbarrow, retired poetry professor, 4th Sat, 10-12, at a Bellingham café. Classic poetry discussed, original poetry read. Facebook Group Site: https://www.facebook.com/Poetryclubbellingham/ After taking Ron’s Intro to Poetry class Spring quarter I fell in love with this kind, intelligent, antidote-filled instructor. I’m not the only one. I organized a Saturday morningContinueContinue reading “Poetry Club”
Event: Auburn Open Mic at The Rainbow Cafe
You’re invited~ Auburn Open Mic Night presented by the Auburn Arts Commission December 7, 2015, 7 P.M. at The Rainbow Cafe, Downtown Auburn TWO features: Joann C. Roberts, aka “Paradigm” and Shannon P. Laws What an honor to be reading with Joann. I saw her read at the Auburn Days Festival this last summer. She was theContinueContinue reading “Event: Auburn Open Mic at The Rainbow Cafe”
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