In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks

Loading...

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Event: Mayor's Arts Award/Speech


Tonight at 5:30
Here'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 I share this award with organizations that were here long before I arrived to Bellingham, in winter of 2010.  Places such as:
Village Books
Chuckanut Sandstone Writers Theater
Whatcom Poetry Series: Poetry Night Open Mic
and KMRE 102.3 SPARK Radio
that broadcasts out of the SPARK Museum on Bay Street

It was through these community centered groups that I was able to find a good reason to be busy on Tuesdays and Wednesdays 12-3, or Sundays 1-4.  2013 was a busy and productive year for poetry, and I am glad to of been apart of it.

Roosevelt said: "Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat." As militant as this sounds, action is required to better our surroundings. Actions.  Not wishful thinking.  Lets all work together to build a better tomorrow.

Thank you Mayor Linville, the Bellingham Arts Commission, and my friends and family for your support.

Thank you.








Tuesday, April 29, 2014

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 slippers
leather stretched out and soft
as a first basemen’s glove
Calloused hands turn each inky page
of the Sunday review
headlines shout at us
while we chop onions

Man Reading a Newspaper
by Stephen Gillett


-S.P. Laws

National Poetry Month | Write a Poem a Day


***

Monday, April 28, 2014

Poem: Bridge


Walk over Whatcom Creek
Rot filled reed twirls on axle
in a current heading toward the bay
wave hiccups over, turns white
if only for a second to breathe

Grass flat on the shore 
exposes all that rest here 
in the cold under arch 
pressed and fluttered
stuff with down

Frogs sleep in mud
hidden below snails and slugs
hand knit stitch surrounds my head
Shoes trace the lines over water
Walk over Whatcom Creek

Japanische Bruecke, 1899
by Claude Monet


S.P. Laws

National Poetry Month | Poem a Day


***


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Poem: Wrong Seat


Chair with no backing
broken spring in there, somewhere
cushion a questionable color
pattern select or historic stain
must test if still wet

Sit here if you like 
it's the last chair left
and it is just not right

Your frame will not fit
the Seuss-wobbled structure
yet you sit.  It is the last chair.
Bottom line discovers the
displeasure immediately


-SPLaws

Wassily Kandinsky



National Poetry Month | Write a Poem a Day

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Poem: Maritime Park


shoes on the lines
hang to mark
the bargaining table
point of action
office closed for now
due to weather

     no hollow eyes to nod at
     no dirty hands to wave back

the fields here
afternoon homes
for the addicts
empty

snow just left and melting
rows of unfinished snowmen,
wordlessly guard over
nothing


Photo by Ann Bilowz

~SPLaws

***

National Poetry Month | Write a Poem a Day




Monday, April 7, 2014

Poem: Love's Wine

Hummingbird heart
pushes out toxins
of red wine and cabbage
Cockroach mind 
scurries in search of crumbs 
and dried yellow cheese
Desperate parts of me
want to love all you offer
my stomach not use 
to pure nectar rejects it
Forgive those parts of me
that lean against you
as a tree planted too
close to the wall


Photo by Frances Fu

-SPLaws



***

 National Poetry Month | write a poem a day


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Poem: Light Like Love

The wind blows in its fresh breath
smell the sunshine on its wave
sun shines as a lamp turned on by God
Designed to remind me
The universe is the big black
But where you are now
I wish to see you