Tuesday – shannon p. laws

Poem: Shelf

Shelf by Shannon P Laws bowl inside a bowl inside a bowl collects the flicks of dishwater shot by the sinks stiff brush scrub hard at a plate of Tuesdays dried oatmeal and today’s just-burnt eggs #

Happy is the heart That thinks on love Measuring the value of emotion Feeling the presence of its girth Your worth to me is more than flesh. Consideration, admiration of the thrusting in this world Carefully selected conversations meant to keep me a gentle-lady If you come through the door And bring an offering ItContinue reading “Poem: Tuesday”

Tuesday Morning

Once in line for the passenger ferry to Seattle, I could hear conversations about the event all around. Meeting up with two ferry friends, we started to collect stories from each other. Susan, a regular passenger ferry commuter who worked in the I.T. Department at a hospital downtown, had a cell phone with a news headlines service; it was a newer service at the time and not many people had it. When she shouted out an update, those immediately around us would hush to listen. While we waited on that cold dock for the boat to load she shouted out,