Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! from the SPLaws staff Shannon, Brad, Vin, Chris, and Robert 2013 SPLaws Staff Christmas Video Card L-R: Chris Pine, Brad Pitt, Shannon Laws, Robert Downey Jr, Vin Diesel Here, at the SPLaws offices, we had a slight change of staff since 2012. Abe retired and Tom, who has beenContinueContinue reading “Christmas Card 2013”
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Spawning
Spawning Coho Salmon are one of the most attractive fish. This is a BIG fish with an average length of 28 inches, occasionally reaching 36 pounds. This fish is currently “in season” at the processing plants on the docks of Bellingham Bay. I know this first hand because I am a fish flinger. The CohoContinueContinue reading “Spawning”
Poem: Dust
Bands sunbeams twinkle with flecks of our skin rubbed off from touch rubbed off as dry soil spinning from a sedimentary cliff layers of time pressed into the stripes we call days ***
Artist Profile/B’ham Herald
Artist Profile Interview from June 2013
By MARGARET BIKMAN — THE BELLINGHAM HERALD
Shannon Laws, photo credit Cheryl Ford, 2013
Shannon P. Laws was born in Seattle and raised in Federal Way, where, she says, “as a teenager I learned that when a guy from Auburn asks you out on a date, he will most likely pick you up in a stolen car.”
Seagulls- 1, Crows- 0
Bellingham is an interesting place to live. If you do not agree, I recommend an early walk around the neighborhood. Remnants of our lively nightlife are evident in the early hours. Left overs like a cigarette butt nest of empty beer bottles near the last step of an apartment building, and used rubbers, hint toContinueContinue reading “Seagulls- 1, Crows- 0”
Poetry: Refugio’s Hair
One of my favorite poems… Refugio’s Hair In the old days of our family, My grandmother was a young woman Whose hair was as long as the river. She lived with her sisters on the ranch La Calera– The Land of the Lime– And her days were happy. But her uncle Carols lived there too,ContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Refugio’s Hair”
Poetry: Moon Dial
MOON DIAL The moon speaks to me through my window slit, curtain and blinds open just enough for fresh air to relieve me in the night The moon speaks to me announcing it is 3 o’clock it chatters away for 20 minutes about plans, loves, problems, recipes Please beContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Moon Dial”
Shut Ins
There is a growing concern on my mind about the condition and mentality of our elderly that I must address: Shut-ins. Sparked by a recent incident, the following rant is an attempt by me to process the barbarian social cycle Americans have created. A cycle that involves the elements of the high cost of healthContinueContinue reading “Shut Ins”
Whatcom Creek Fire
On June 10, 1999, around 3:25 P.M., a 16-inch fuel line owned by the Olympic Pipe Line Company ruptured spilling over 277,000 gallons of gasoline into Whatcom Creek. The volatile fuel explodes killing three people. The massive fireball sent smoke 30,000 feet into the air, visible from Anacortes to Vancouver! One and a half milesContinueContinue reading “Whatcom Creek Fire”
Poetry: River Ink
River Ink Went to the river looking for a poem I found my familiar trail Winding woods that hug the bank Whatcom Creek in August Bushes high and Full of berries, Birds and spider’s webs. Grass sways underwater Moving in sync with the river This what peace looks like, Melted into movement TreeContinueContinue reading “Poetry: River Ink”
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