catholic prayers – shannon p. laws

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”

Poem: Votive

Votive by Shannon P. Laws Candle burns into a puddle of cinnamon Flame sorts through the fallen A pile in the back of the yard The unusable parts of me Makes way for stalks To break burnt soil #

Poem: Cheap Requests

The catholic prayers of my father rise with Smoke from a veladora wick Sanctuary Series Assorted Saints only $19.99 Repeating parts that turn In a truck engine hum idle outside It is not the wind Not the ocean Not the rain As murmurs groan request Sets me in a day dream. An atom beatContinueContinue reading “Poem: Cheap Requests”