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ask   My name is Shannon LaRue. This is where I keep track of some stuff that I'm making, as well as some stuff that inspires me.

here are some other places you can find me:

http://www.shannonlarue.com
http://vimeo.com/user6672017
http://www.tumblr.com/like/by/shanlarue

Sipping / Ruined

I dreamed that when I came close / You could smell me coming / And you would crawl in on your knees / Even in a crowded room / Just to get a sip of me //

That is what I dreamed / This is what I know // In a circle of friends / I beg for your scraps / I lap up your holy water // When things get too good, I crash //

But that’s not your fault // No, it’s not your fault // I am tortured, with or without you // I am ruined, without you //

— 6 days ago
#shannon larue  #poetry  #writing 
Thank you to the sweet strong soul that carved kindness into the table I am sitting at today.

Thank you to the sweet strong soul that carved kindness into the table I am sitting at today.

— 2 weeks ago with 1 note
Pearls

Once I dreamed that she was made of tiny pearls, tiny pink/lavender pearls. Her body was made of these. And when she went to sleep at night, she was scattered across her bed. And in the morning, she would pour herself into her clothes and move about the city, improving everything.

I’d touch her face, and pearls would trickle down her cheeks and down between her gorgeous breasts and I don’t know where they went from there but I wanted to go, I wanted to gather her together at night, stop parts of her from rolling under the dresser to be lost forever. I was something to hold her. (I would be there.)

— 3 weeks ago with 6 notes
#Shannon LaRue  #poetry  #writing 
Here’s a piece I did for the Postcard Collective’s spring exchange. 4x6 inkjet print with handwritten back, edition of 30.

Here’s a piece I did for the Postcard Collective’s spring exchange. 4x6 inkjet print with handwritten back, edition of 30.

— 3 weeks ago with 5 notes
#shannon larue  #poetry  #mail art  #photography  #postcard collective 
"

If you were still around
I’d tear into your fear
Leave it hanging off you
In long streamers
Shreds of dread

I’d turn you
Facing the wind
Bend your spine on my knee
Chew the back of your head
Til you opened your mouth to this life

"
Sam Shepard, Motel Chronicles (1982)
— 3 weeks ago with 5 notes
#sam shepard  #motel chronicles  #paris texas  #poetry 
Everything my husband touches turns to gold @kcgranger

Everything my husband touches turns to gold @kcgranger

— 1 month ago
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oh things fall apart
and i’ll allow it
oh i liked working with you
oh i liked working with you too
oh i liked working
on you
on me
in you
i loved working with you two

— 1 month ago
NEW SONG: Sylvia - Ellen Siberian Tiger →

Yum yummmn

(Source: ellensiberiantiger)

— 1 month ago with 4 notes