KPNW-DB RADIO Interview

Ep 7 – May 2019 -Shannon Laws sits down with me to share her latest venture, an album of her Poetry/music titled “You Love Me, You Love Me Not”.
This collection is a satire and embellishment of very real relationships, explores the adult dating experience, it carries the listener through a muddy mess of emotions, passion, regret, rebound, delirious dreaming, and various other levels of pain and suffering while in the pursuit of finding love, or something close to it. The combination of Shannon’s articulation and Greg’s bass touching each stanza ever so gently is a roller coaster ride; asking the question “do they love me or not?”; This show includes several cuts from the album.
The album is available on Bandcamp

“You Love Me, You Love Me Not” was recorded at Bill Simpkins Alpenglow Sound Studios 2019 in Bellingham, Washington USA

Thank you KPNW-DB

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Poem: Hard Truth Surrounded by Dark Chocolate is Better for the Throat

Sleeping Under the Banyan Tree, by Marina Abramovic, 2010

 

Hard Truth Surrounded by Dark Chocolate is Better for the Throat

by Shannon P. Laws

 

Paper picks up marbled paint

skims the dream I left under

a tree overnight in the yard

 

Wet blades of grass are your hair and my head trying to connect

A wire through the two of us relays less than

a pair of cups and knotted string

 

Black braided rope hangs from the ear

If only you had said yes to dinner

 

Poem: Triple Hit

three ladies
Photo credit, Three Lovely Ladies, H. Craig, http://www.hcraigart.com

 

 

Triple Hit

            by Shannon Laws

 

There was a man named Ned

who liked his ladies three

thrice was the number he bed

triple the pleasure to bounce on his knee

 

Only one at a time did he enjoy

the curves of each lovely lady

His best trickery he did employ

none suspected Ned as shady

 

One lady as thin as a finger

another voluptuous as melons

the third a passion fruit that lingers

He dined on each like a felon

 

One day all three arrived at the same spot!

Thrice were face slaps spent on Ned!

Triple was the number he was shot!

On the stone that lays at his head—

 

Here lies Ned lover of three

Brought down by a 22 caliber

While in midst of a loving spree

Forgot to update his calendar

 

 

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Note from Shannon:  I don’t often use a ABAB format, but this was a fun poem I wrote for a friend.  I hope you also enjoy it.  If so let me know.  Thanks for visiting 🙂