Tag Archives: Shannon P Laws

Dream Big

Times are tough.  Not for everyone all the time.  There is a proverb that claims it rains on the just and unjust alike.  Most proverbs reference a farmer’s point of view, so I believe “rain” is a good thing, it’s what you want, it’s pennies from heaven. My DreamAt times when very little rain comes myContinueContinue reading “Dream Big”

Event: Three Poetry Host

  You’re invited… My new poetry book, Odd Little Things, will officially launch September 6, 2014 at Village Books, 4-5:00.  Please join me and my two poet-sisters, Carla Shafer and Erica Reed as we share our poetry.  Books will be  available for purchase and sign at the event. Three’s COMPANY I asked Carla and EricaContinueContinue reading “Event: Three Poetry Host”

Poem: Fort Builder

I am a fort builder of cushions and sheets I stole the plywood from the garage and nailed it to the tree I am the girl who spattered lavender paint on her new jeans for school I am that one I am that girl who made extra money picking berries, babysitting, and watching cats IContinueContinue reading “Poem: Fort Builder”

Book: Odd Little Things

So happy to announce that my book is out, and ready for purchase! “Odd Little Things” Released June 2014 Purchase your copy here: http://www.villagebooks.com/book/9780692222355 Description The 2013 Mayor’s Arts Award recipient, poet, author and community radio personality, Shannon P. Laws, celebrates glory in the little things, the odd little things to be exact. “Odd LittleContinueContinue reading “Book: Odd Little Things”

Event: Mayor’s Arts Award/Speech

Tonight at 5:30Here’s my thank you speech:     I am filled with joy and encouragement over this award.  It is a humbling experience to be listed with the other artist from the past years and those receiving it today.  Many of whom are on my list of people I want to be someday.I believe IContinueContinue reading “Event: Mayor’s Arts Award/Speech”

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 slippersContinueContinue reading “Poem: Ink Stained Hands”

Poem: Wrong Seat

Chair with no backingbroken spring in there, somewherecushion a questionable colorpattern select or historic stainmust test if still wetSit here if you like it’s the last chair leftand it is just not rightYour frame will not fitthe Seuss-wobbled structureyet you sit.  It is the last chair.Bottom line discovers thedispleasure immediately-SPLawsWassily KandinskyNational Poetry Month | Write aContinueContinue reading “Poem: Wrong Seat”

Poem: Maritime Park

shoes on the lineshang to markthe bargaining tablepoint of actionoffice closed for nowdue to weather     no hollow eyes to nod at     no dirty hands to wave backthe fields hereafternoon homesfor the addictsemptysnow just left and meltingrows of unfinished snowmen,wordlessly guard overnothingPhoto by Ann Bilowz~SPLaws***National Poetry Month | Write a Poem a Day

Poem: Love’s Wine

Hummingbird heartpushes out toxinsof red wine and cabbageCockroach mind scurries in search of crumbs and dried yellow cheeseDesperate parts of mewant to love all you offermy stomach not use to pure nectar rejects itForgive those parts of methat lean against youas a tree planted tooclose to the wallPhoto by Frances Fu-SPLaws*** National Poetry Month | write a poem aContinueContinue reading “Poem: Love’s Wine”