Clint Eastwood – shannon p. laws

Poem: Where Are You Eastwood

Where Are You Eastwood By Shannon P. Laws Long and bent a switch not picked Your blue eyes squint in the sun Stiff, rough hair starts a match at your jaw

Happy Valley- a poet walks among you! She walks down the middle of your streets in search of a coffee house that opens at 7—preferably one that has blueberry scones… Last few weeks my inner dialogue seems to have a Wheeling Virginian cigar hanging out the corner of its mouth, almost as if I amContinueContinue reading “Squawk!”