Corridor #34 will be distributed over the next two weeks. Keep your eyes peeled!
The December Corridor reflects on the passage of time through shifting seasons, lingering memories, and the small moments that shape our days. The poems and artwork explore how time changes what we notice, what we carry, and how we find meaning in the ordinary.
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Poem: The Back of My Hand
The Back of My Hand By Shannon P. Laws It was that time of the day when the light gave away the distance of each hill The twilight swarm of gnats and wishing cottonwood seeds bounce off the windshield in a rush to live and die The dark sun wanting to set took a restContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Back of My Hand”
Poem: Lining of My Mind
The future comes to me quickly premonition stands outside the window, framed to be seen stands politely ‘til the door opens the right door at the right time Tea or coffee? A blanket for your lap? It’s cold outside where time weathers as a pacific swirl over the peninsula, hooked on peaks.ContinueContinue reading “Poem: Lining of My Mind”
Poem: Dust
Bands sunbeams twinkle with flecks of our skin rubbed off from touch, rubbed off as dry soil spinning from a sedimentary cliff layers of time pressed into the stripes we call days ***
Elizabeth Vignali’s “Object Permanence”
By request, Elizabeth Vignali shares her poem “Object Permanence” the title piece of her debut poetry book set to release November 2014. Below the post, please click the link to hear Vignali read one of her poems for a local community radio program I produce called “Poetic Moments”. ~Shannon Object PERMANENCE My hands don’t wash kiwiContinueContinue reading “Elizabeth Vignali’s “Object Permanence””
Got Time?
2012 $4000 Baume and Mercier The other day while at a lunch with two friends, one of them asked me the time. She saw I was wearing a wrist watch and asked. Does this seem strange to you? Neither of my friends were wearing watches ,and both had their cell phones politely put away while weContinueContinue reading “Got Time?”
Hold On
Today marks the third week living at my new place. While unpacking boxes of stuff I discovered a box of odd things from my past that included: a pen and ink drawing from 8th grade art class on “Abstract Art”, 10 soccer & softball trophies, my letters earned from school sports, two teeth pulled, andContinueContinue reading “Hold On”
PAD: Here
No prompt for me today. Just a poem. Day NINE How long? How will this last? When will we say good bye? Our quiet moments in a failing orbit Rock Turned to sand How long does it take? Mountains worked by wind, sun, rain, snow Stop time Please, stop it now All things have anContinueContinue reading “PAD: Here”
Poetry: Alarm
For about 12 years I spent two hours or more a day commuting to work, just sitting in traffic 10 hours a week, 40 hours a month! This poem is a window into that “zombiefied” lifestyle, something I’ve been freed from for over three years. How wonderful to have that time returned to me:Watching the clockwaiting for timeContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Alarm”
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