Author: Shannon Laws
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The Bog
Moss-heavy limbs fall from charge of a warm southern wind rest in a compost graveyard of other arms that have been Once boasted of leaves awarded with weighted sog You might pray if awarded knees The warm low water releases a fog Time will turn you into swamps breath and a story told around the…
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Grandma’s Closet
The door at the end of the long hall stands open The third bathroom is in there Sent to the room by my mother’s voice busy behind the door of the second common bathroom, the guest bathroom Go use Mimi’s I obey The faint gold light from a bedside lamp whispers as I step twice…
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Crab
A foam washed wreckage to shore breath-bubbles pop in the thin light Early beachcomber fights the gulls for a freshly delivered treasure The minute before dawn you grab it’s back Carry it to your kitchen for a slow boil With a crack a glut of juices spill out Lips suck at the muscle and warm…