Tag Archives: Luther Allen

The poets, seen and heard

In April 2018, at the Inland Poetry Prowl in Ellensburg, Washington, the photographer Dean Davis quietly set up shop and proceeded to photograph and record many of the poets in attendance. Now you can see the results of this ambitious … Continue reading

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Sinking

Read Luther Allen’s poem “Sinking” in Refugium, Poems for the Pacific (Caitlin Press, 2018).

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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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Listen!

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 … Continue reading

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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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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 … Continue reading

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