bus – shannon p. laws

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Here is the poem that came out of that experience. The poem will never be submitted for publication. It is fluid thought, free range while it captures a moment in my life when I sat among them.

Prose poem: Smells Like Winning

In the winter of 2018-19, I walked by a cemetery and crematorium to catch my bus. Dragging my knuckles home after an unsatisfying day, uphill no less, pass the body markers of others, and the rush of evening traffic. —These are moments poets DREAM of! I am thankful for the times we walk among metaphors.ContinueContinue reading “Prose poem: Smells Like Winning”

Spoken Free Verse: The Middle Seat

As I recover from a concussion ( please visit my Go Fund Me to learn more ) I thought this week was a good time to explore the audio files I have accumulated on my phone over the year. Often inspiration strikes when I am away from a pen and paper and I can’t typeContinueContinue reading “Spoken Free Verse: The Middle Seat”

Rant: Judged Conversation Overheard on the Bus in August

Judged Conversation Overheard on the Bus in August by Shannon P. Laws The sidewalk on Magnolia sticks to my shoes Maple Tree sap bleeds from the high branches It’s not enough to stop me I have a bus to catch It’s early morning-cold. Crisp air flies in from open slit of bus windowsContinueContinue reading “Rant: Judged Conversation Overheard on the Bus in August”