Poem: Ink Stained Hands

Read me the paper Uncle
Loud enough to hear in the kitchen
Touch it for me, turn those pages
Aunties and I are cooking the dinner
hands must be kept clean.

But in your place by the fire
the beige recliner squeaks
on the back-beat of your rocking,
toes slide in and out of slippers
leather stretched out and soft
as a first basemen’s glove

Calloused hands turn each inky page
of the Sunday review
headlines shout at us
while we chop onions

mannewspaper uk
Man Reading a Newspaper by Stephen Gillett
by SPL
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Poem: Bridge

Walk over Whatcom Creek
Rot filled reed twirls on axle
in a current heading toward the bay
wave hiccups over, turns white
if only for a second to breathe
Grass flat on the shore 
exposes all that rest here 
in the cold under arch 
pressed and fluttered
stuff with down
Frogs sleep in mud
hidden below snails and slugs
hand knit stitch surrounds my head
Shoes trace the lines over water
Walk over Whatcom Creek
Japanische Bruecke, 1899
by Claude Monet
S.P. Laws
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Poem: Wrong Seat


Chair with no backing
broken spring in there, somewhere
cushion a questionable color
pattern select or historic stain
must test if still wet
Sit here if you like 
it’s the last chair left
and it is just not right
Your frame will not fit
the Seuss-wobbled structure
yet you sit.  It is the last chair.
Bottom line discovers the
displeasure immediately


-SPLaws

Wassily Kandinsky




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Poem: Maritime Park

shoes on the lines
hang to mark
the bargaining table
point of action
office closed for now
due to weather

     no hollow eyes to nod at
     no dirty hands to wave back

the fields here
afternoon homes
for the addicts
empty

snow just left and melting
rows of unfinished snowmen,
wordlessly guard over
nothing

Photo by Ann Bilowz

~SPLaws
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Poem: Love’s Wine

Hummingbird heart
pushes out toxins
of red wine and cabbage
Cockroach mind 
scurries in search of crumbs 
and dried yellow cheese
Desperate parts of me
want to love all you offer
my stomach not use 
to pure nectar rejects it
Forgive those parts of me
that lean against you
as a tree planted too
close to the wall
Photo by Frances Fu

-SPLaws
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Event: Poetry Reading

Join local poets
Heather Curtis, Shannon Laws
and Jennifer Bullis
for a poetry reading celebrating
National Poetry Month.

April 5, 2014, 7:00 pm
Village Books 
1200 11th St
Bellingham, Washington
Come on down to celebrate National Poetry Month 
and the release of Heather’s new poetry book, “Upon Waking”.
“Upon Waking has been inspired by the exploration of landscapes: both internal and external. The mind, natural world, relationships, and personal experiences are the wells from which poet, Heather Curtis, draws inspiration. It is her hope, that these poems express where she has been and encourage you to do your own exploring.” 
See you there!

Village Books Event Page

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