As I recover from a concussion ( please visit my Go Fund Me to learn more ) I thought this week was a good time to explore the audio files I have accumulated on my phone over the year. Often inspiration strikes when I am away from a pen and paper and I can’t typeContinueContinue reading “Spoken Free Verse: Birds Do Not Fly”
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Rant: Judged Conversation Overheard on the Bus in August
Judged Conversation Overheard on the Bus in August by Shannon P. Laws The sidewalk on Magnolia sticks to my shoes Maple Tree sap bleeds from the high branches It’s not enough to stop me I have a bus to catch It’s early morning-cold. Crisp air flies in from open slit of bus windowsContinueContinue reading “Rant: Judged Conversation Overheard on the Bus in August”
Dungeoness Fish
Rotating around the plant I am learning new ways to torture, I mean process fish. Fish move around the large warehouse on two to three different conveyor belts, stopping only to have another part of their body removed. Every part of the fish is used, much to the disappointment of seagulls hovering nearby. Twice, aContinueContinue reading “Dungeoness Fish”
Poetry: September Bellingham
Down the hill my city sitsWaves nip at its hairFreeway scratches the bellyMountains hold down its hipLow mist rolled in early,refuses to leave this coveDown into the clouds I walk,floating up into a subdued worldHere exhales are marked,Talk can be seenSun baths buildings in a peach-warm glowas it fights the floating moisturethat crowns my September BellinghamNoon-thirty,visibility stillContinueContinue reading “Poetry: September Bellingham”
Seagulls- 1, Crows- 0
Bellingham is an interesting place to live. If you do not agree, I recommend an early walk around the neighborhood. Remnants of our lively nightlife are evident in the early hours. Left overs like a cigarette butt nest of empty beer bottles near the last step of an apartment building, and used rubbers, hint toContinueContinue reading “Seagulls- 1, Crows- 0”
Poetry: Sailing
Letting goto me meansRELAXINGDo not stressprocrastinateprolongignoreLet go of the titheruntie the boatsail for open waterface temptationsfears of drowningfalse beliefsthat await mein the wavesSwells willrock mestars willguide mebreeze willcool meOnce the smellof earth is gonea seagullwill appearmarking the momentmy limits arediscovered*A poem written during a poetry class March 2013
Poetry: September Bellingham
Down the hill my city sitsWaves nip at its hairFreeway scratches the bellyMountains hold down its hipLow mist rolled in early,refuses to leave this coveDown into the clouds I walk,floating up into a subdued worldHere exhales are marked,Talk can be seenSun baths buildings in a peach-warm glowas it fights the floating moisturethat crowns my September BellinghamNoon-thirty,visibility stillContinueContinue reading “Poetry: September Bellingham”
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