Marrow – shannon p. laws

Poetry: Perhaps

It’s Monday and a great day for art and poetry! Every Monday night is Poetry Night open mic in downtown Bellingham. Last week Robert gave out a prompt that I couldn’t resist: What should be done with your body upon your death. All week I’ve been thinking about this. What writer doesn’t enjoy writing orContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Perhaps”

Poetry: No Marrow

I watch youHoping around the twigs Hanging upside downFrom the tiniest sliver of woodLight and carefreeYet obviously well fedBeautiful colorsLovely song“Be more like the birdsThey don’t worry”, I thinkHow can I when my bonesAre not filled with airBut of heavy marrow?Heavy with duty and plansWeighed down with projectsSlighted by calendar datesAnd numbers that don’t addContinueContinue reading “Poetry: No Marrow”