Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem-digging a trench December 9, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:27 am
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This is not the year

for adventurous rambling

for party-down fun

for braving new experiences

for exploring new ideas

This is the year

for settling in

for warming up

for holding close

for safe hidey holes from which

to weather the barrage.

 

poem- like ducks December 7, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
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On the outside:

calm, controlled, confident.

Beneath the surface:

quivering, quaking, confused.

How many stress-based illnesses

tension fueled troubles

surface in our bodies and minds?

How hard do we fight

to carry on?

 

NEW RELEASE! December 5, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:41 pm

Sort of!

A few months ago, the rights to Murdering Mr. Edwards reverted back to me, and Lintusen Press will be publishing a second edition with a new cover, with art by the amazing Nikolette Jones, who illustrates the Nikki Knox books.

There are print, ebook, and AUDIO BOOK versions coming in the next week or 2!

The audio book is narrated by me and the brilliant Chris Humphreys (aka historical fiction author C. C. Humphreys) Chris is a trained Shakespearean actor who brings wonderful character to the voices of the male characters’ chapters! I narrate the female characters’ chapters.

December 15 is the big day by which the book should be available in all formats. Watch for it!

What do you think of the new look? (I see different computers doing interesting things with the colour scheme. The background is kind of a mint green. The lettering and silhouette are a dark purple.

 

poem-heavy December 4, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:23 am
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What is this woodblock in my chest
beyond kilos and pounds to tons (or tonnes)?
Quivering, it vibrates my spine,
my foggy head,
all’s aching weight,
anguish and dread.

 

poem-ribbon December 3, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:09 am
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Tonight’s sunset

is a thin strip of pink ribbon

in a vast blue sky

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One wispy cloud

reflects the fading sun:

a sliver of bright beauty

to stab devouring darkness.

 

poem- pandemic life December 2, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 am
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It is a wearisome year

Each new day weighs heavier

than yesterday.

 

Poem- choking December 1, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:12 am
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Tonight amid the Christmas decorations

grief is hanging on our tree;

loss pummels

hopefulness.

Sadness hollows out my chest,

crushes my shoulders,

lodges in my throat.

Longing overwhelms.

There is no comfort

here, only more memories

of what is gone

who is gone

when is gone

where is gone.

Tonight is too much to bear,

so I’ll climb into bed and

trust tomorrow brings

solace and that much lauded

peace of the season.

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poem- 10 hours later November 30, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:26 am
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fuzzy tongue fumbles around words

brain, caught in clouds, reaches for fleeing thoughts

feet stumble, avoid tumbling

body rocking, skin tingling

when the doctor says, ‘these pills will be out of your system

in four or five hours,’ here is double time paradox,

tenacious effect.

 

poem- the end November 28, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:18 pm
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such a long time

in the making.

planned so long ago.

waiting.

injury

healing

tiny steps

tiny steps

tiny steps

make the journey

so

long

but here we are at

the

end.

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August 2018 Nikolette Jones and I bantered out the plans for 3 Nikki Knox stories that I would write by August 2019. Unfortunately, August 28 I suffered a brain injury that meant time off work, therapy, and a long road of recovery. I have been dabbling for 2 years with the 4th book, and it is FINALLY finished! It is two years late, but it’s here at last! Nikolette is busy with the art and there will be a new, lovely Nikki Knox 4 book compilation out in the next few months! Yay! It’s so good to have a brain that’s working again.

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poem-shared November 27, 2020

It starts with a shoemaker:

distinctive shoes

loud shoes

not for hiding shoes.

It grows with friends:

shared shoe styles

shared eccentricity

shared creativity.

It rests in comfort:

not alone.

Celebrate unique soles

together.

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My Nikki Knox collaborator, Nikolette, also a teacher, and I are feeling rather stressed these days as the second wave of the pandemic strikes with rising numbers in schools. We are consoling each other by wearing the same Fluevog shoes this week (we have several pairs in common). Though we are 800 km apart, we are in each other’s hearts and soles. 🙂

 

 
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