Tag Archives: Lummi Island

August 5

          softly wrinkled oyster clouds           smelling of slow and tender sex serene corrugated shirr           against grey rose void                     suspending planets                                                   like pearls

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April 11*

frog croaking creates a thousand seams in the nightblack stillness fills the voids with lunatic cries, incessant lust *Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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December 24*

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. … Continue reading

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July 24*

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 … Continue reading

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June 28*

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 … Continue reading

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clouds everywhere

The following poem was published in the Amaterra journal, in the late eighties when I was still in the Southwest.  The journal is gone, but the very worthy organization is still active (http://amaterra.org/). clouds everywhere are the same: all different. … Continue reading

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rained

rained new-boiled clouds wash clean cold nose-stinging wet trickles road all greasy mud old boards turn dark brown knots curl black and dead pith crumbs pines stab, glistening my old hat worn grey with turkey beard and two holes smells … Continue reading

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