August 31, 2010
Two-time Sue Boynton Poetry Contest Walk Award winner (2006 and 2007) and current contest committee chair Luther Allen will read poems and sign copies of his new collection, The View from Lummi Island, on Saturday, September 4, 4:00pm, and Sunday, September 5, 1:00pm, at the Heritage Trust Resource Center, 3560 Sunrise Road, Lummi Island. Book sales will benefit the Lummi Island Heritage Trust and land conservation on Lummi Island. More at http://othermindpress.wordpress.com.
August 30, 2010
2009 Merit Award
By Kimberly Roe
Ride a palomino across
an alluvial undulation.
Rest your cheek between
the rolling shoulders,
(his withers sticky with pomegranate
Into the angel ear whisper
A mellifluous temptation:
Beneath the porcelain bones
a prickly heat.
Allure of phosphorus.
The dazed and luscious
cataclysm of flame.
August 29, 2010
2006 Walk Award
By Jeanne Yeasting
Ahead of me, two figures
walk the beach, their bodies graceful,
true to their shadows. It is easy
to regard them. I gather a stone;
a blue heron glides to a large rock.
How predictable the world seems, your backs
turned toward me, trusting, like friends.
In the distance people are shoveling
some type of clams. It hardly matters which,
the waves unfolding, at my feet.
August 28, 2010
“Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.” Don Marquis
August 27, 2010
2008 Merit Award
By Zachary Masterson, Third Grade
Moon floating like a big
It waits and waits
August 26, 2010
2007 Merit Award
By Jim Schmotzer
sitting next to Connie
old, hard, wooden stadium benches
red paint, chipped, gouged and peeling
he puts on her sweater
I put on my sweatshirt
band plays hits of some artist
we know little of and care less for
overbearing 80’s synthesizer
she doesn’t seem to notice or care
beyond the stage I watch carnival rides
loop, spin and race into the evening
colored lights intensify
sky drifts to darkness
near full moon drifts above the trees
growing smaller as it brightens
yellow to orange to almost white
we come to the fair almost every year
it’s something we do
we learned this spring she has cancer
treatment, fear, hope shadow our days
we talk a bit, decide to leave
I am ready, but hesitate
how many more times we will go to the fair