Monthly Archives: August 2013

August 30*

two snakes slithering rivulets of black blood traceless like a dreamt ghost it is the motion the quick slickness of it that draws the dread *Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island. Advertisements

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August 26*

stalwart massive cedar drooping branches lattice of layered bark rooting into the damp and pliant earth i lay my hand onto the bark to touch, to understand. something opens. it moves far inside. *Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem … Continue reading

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August 19*

the blinding obscurity of fog the comfort of believing there is nothing beyond that we are held *Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island. . . . . . fog photo by Amanda … Continue reading

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August 15*

i lean into the tree ground into its roots suck sun and make air with its needles feel its blood flow both ways feel it flex in the breeze feel it touch me *Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem … Continue reading

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August 11*

i perch on the edge of the island in my starved heronmind spring open to the water, sky, earth leap to my poems (flop words into the hold) reset and reperch peering hard knowing my days, our days are numbered, … Continue reading

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August 8*

seed heads hang bowing grass stems back to the earth berries ripen, find deep color, roots swell, become reservoirs                all storing        transmogrified        photons most of their works        given as gifts passing along        their energy to other forms                only a very … Continue reading

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August 6*

i take my glasses off and try to shut down the words to the point where i don’t know if that tree will bite or burrow or fly off into the greying cosmos and then a clump of thimbleberries becomes … Continue reading

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