I’m very excited to have a small collection of my poems published in The Abstract Elephant Magazine this month. It’s such a beautiful magazine with an ideal mission. Please visit it sometime soon.
“The Abstract Elephant Magazine is an interdisciplinary, digital publication dedicated to understanding the issues of the human condition through the arts, the sciences, and philosophy. This magazine began with the intention to create a space for comparative endeavors and interdisciplinary research since our basic belief is that improvement in the human condition takes place in open dialogue and debate.”
Thank you The Showbear Family Circus ( http://lanceschaubert.org/ ) Lancelot Schaubert’s and Tara Schaubert’s liberal arts circus, for including my poems, Crab, Grandmas Closet, and The Bog in your November 2, 2020 edition.
Your website stimulates the senses. Selected articles, short stories, poems, words jump off the page! I love this philosophy you have…
We want to focus on the liberal arts philosophy because we hope to reorder common ways magazines and readers think about news, scientific research, creative writing, and art reviews. We want all of the work shared at the Showbear Circus to focus not on money, power, lauds, or pleasure but on whether the thing made, the thought reasoned, and the feeling felt are good and beautiful and true.
You can find my poems in the November 2nd edition on the main page and here:
On August 8th I took my blog down while I submitted a collection of poems to publishers for a chapbook publication. I’m happy to report a lovely digital magazine picked it up. Well, not the whole collection as submitted. They selected 6 of the 23 poems in the book, (What is that…about 26% of the book?) –and no hard copies, just published online. Not exactly what I wanted but it turns out it was extremely helpful. I believe they helped me identify the strongest poems in the collection and exposed the fact that the collection is not complete.
The collection is a story arc of a blue-collar factory worker’s life before and after the lockdown. What does a body do during a pandemic? Working-class folks equate moving constantly with productivity. Stay home? Stay safe? Arrghhh! My character starts to slow down and become hyperaware of all kinds of stuff. They consider the cruelty of placing plants in pots, wonder what the air in other homes smells like, and face the agonizing reality of apartment living with a neighbor that uses a very loud blender. This character’s journey is not complete. I believe it is just beginning.
The working title was a bit complex. I found the word “Desultor.” Desultor is a circus performer that bounces and flips from one horse to the next. It was a nod to the Five Horses of the Apocalypse and us regular-folk trying to keep our feet steady, while wave after wave of crappy stuff happens. I’m not going to use that title, so if you want it, go for it. 🙂
September has arrived. Did you sense a change? A shift in the air is swarming over my city. Children going back to school, kind of, and this extra bit of anxiety begins to hover as we all compete on Comcast for fast internet. Thank goodness for 5G right? ‘Effers. Interesting it rolled out at the first of the year don’t you think? Although I love a good conspiracy, EVERYTHING feels like a false front to me these days. It’s even difficult to watch my man Colbert. The Trump jokes sting a bit. Somehow, it’s no longer funny that our leader is a rage-induced baffoon.
In my work life more people are physically coming into each other’s space trying to do various jobs that demand physical attention, such as getting a building open and compliant to Phase 2 and 3 of the State regulated guidelines. It is like an awkward ballet. Social weirdness and outburst of anger are witnessed. It will take a while for us to learn how to dance with each other again.
2020 Housing Bubble & Market Crash
I was keeping myself up to date on this anticipated housing bubble burst and market crash prediction, expected to hit within the next 3-9 months. Anyways, I stumbled across this wild video, that I need to share with someone, anyone.
Dr Sulabh Jain of Chariot Palmistry, http://www.chariotpalmistry.com , is an Indian-Australian gentleman who predicts political and stock market trends using the art of Indian Palm Reading. Wow. I did not know this was a thing. I will gently leave this video here and let you decide what to make of his predictions.
I’m glad to be back writing online again. Working through the Pandemic has been stressful. I’m showing serious signs of fatigue. A great book fell into my lap. I’m reading a book by Laura van Dernoot Lipsky, a trauma social worker and educator, called “Trauma Stewardship”. If you are a caregiver in ANY compacity I highly recommend it.
I am happy to announce my poem “Rancid Blood” was selected by James Bertolino for his new project an Alcohol Poem Anthology. More details to post later. Stay tuned!
My bio reads: Shannon Laws is a World Peace Poet and non-profit radio producer in Bellingham, Washington. Her family has an intense, repetitive history with the disease of alcoholism and addiction. The current generation, more aware and supportive than any previous, keeps a loving eye on the next.
“Jesus asked him, saying, “What is your name?” And he said, “Legion,” because many demons had entered him.”
-Luke 8:30, New King James Version
You sit across the table and smile
Eyes dark, glazed, fingers tap the table
As I search for words What is your name?
A worm crawls inside
Eats the innards, of a rotten, soggy soul
You are dead, the you I knew
Died years ago
If only I could cast out demons
And send them to swine,
Alcohol no longer your blood
So sorry, but I have no words
The sight of you has stolen them
All I can do is hold your hand
I cannot climb your mountain
I cannot walk your path
I cannot fight your fight
This is a demon you must
Cast out of Yourself