Save the date: SpeakEasy 19

SpeakEasy 19: Poems of darkness, poems of light

In this time of post-truth and false news, SpeakEasy 19: Poems of darkness, Poems of light, will provide some honest and heartfelt words of clarity and wisdom. Please mark your calendar for Saturday, April 8, 2017, and plan to join us.

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SpeakEasy 18: Voices of the Poetry Marathon

SpeakEasy 18

The Poetry Marathon challenges participants to write (and post) 24 poems in 24 hours (or 12 in 12 hours). Originated and organized by Caitlin Thomson Jans and Jacob Jans, writers and web publishers living in Cascadia, The Poetry Marathon is entirely free. In 2016, more than 500 poets worldwide participated in the full or half marathon.

On Saturday, January 28, 2017, 7:00pm, at the Mount Baker Theatre, Bellingham, Washington, SpeakEasy 18 will present a number of participating poets from the region reading selections from their marathon output. Readers include Ramona Elke, Janel Erchinger-Davis, Jacob Jans, J.I. Kleinberg, Nancy Pagh, Paul Sarvasy, Harvey Schwartz, Sheila Sondik, Caitlin Thomson, and Jeanne Yeasting. The event is free and copies of the 2016 Poetry Marathon Anthology will be available for purchase.

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Listen!

Bellingham Art Beat

Listen in on Monday, January 2, 2017, as radio host Boosie Vox interviews poets and community poetry advocates Luther Allen and Ron Leatherbarrow. The show will air on Make.Shift Radio 94.9 FM KZAX at 3:30pm and again on Saturday, January 7, at 11:00am. You can also listen to the full 30-minute show on the Bellingham Art Beat website or listen to Luther Allen’s 11-minute segment here.

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December 24*

the view from Lummi Island

some days it is                dull grey      leaden purple      ashen umber
murky struggled light daubed drab
cold and deathly wet to touch

some days it is                silver      platinum      lilac/violet
etched in fine thin light, shimmering
bleeding the exact perfect nature

of winter

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

fourteen billion years ago
something happened

out of nothing

or perhaps out of something
we may never find out

but from that instant
physics threw a wild party
which for all we know
may never end

somewhere along the line
this planet congealed and
hooked up with a star

at some point
there was a twitch in the muck
and somehow that twitch
gave rise to another twitch
and that started a wild party of its own

it’s hard to say which was the biggest miracle

some four billion years after that first twitch
you are sitting at this table
with an ordinary stone in front of you

through a convergent path of fate
that required lots of heat and gravity
and vast numbers of births and deaths
and more than a little luck
you have come together

take the stone in your hand
feel it
look at it

the stone is something like your ancestor
you are something like its caretaker
its eyes
its mind

let us be grateful
for this wildness
for this wild
astounding opportunity

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July 24*

the view from Lummi Island by Luther Allen

the vast of deep summer
          the lazy waft of heron
          rolling swells of dry flaxen field grass
          the sweet chill air of dawn/dusk
          leaves luxuriating under strong full sun

                    and the horizon stretches
                    beyond the edge of the earth

                    and the sky is not a bowl
                    but an expanse of warm infinity

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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June 28*

Lummi Island sunset

hottest day of the year                          thus far lummi kids
might have hit 80                                  splatter in water
sticky, hot, been in town                      off the ferry dock

i go to the beach
to wade, to cool
my soft winter feet
prickled and tickled by the gravel

aaugh!
cold water aches to the bone
travels up, clasps my heart in hard grip
i back out, yelping

. . . . .
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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