I had a daydream that Mackenzie Scott started a media company and opened 30 local newspapers in midsized cities and 10,000 people got jobs and it cost exactly the amount Bezos should have paid in taxes on purpose.
Dark evening sky with clouds, moon, and stars. Poem text: "Oh! If I could remember my nightmares, the greatest stories I could tell. Oh! If I could forget my memories, the best dreams I could have." Author info: Allison Walters Luther. allisonwaltersluther.com
For an attorney to resort to extortion to clear his client isn't ideal.
For an attorney to undertake that extortion expressly and in a public is incredibly stupid.
Poem on sepia background: Sepia Sepia is the color of nightmares That have lost their horror And their sharp edges have dulled So when they scratch you You no longer bleed Sepia is the color of dreams Long since dead Colors fading until You can almost remember What happiness was Sepia is the color of memories Cobwebs swirling in Hurricanes Always just out of reach Like peace Sepia is the color of loss Times of nevermore In raven sharp form With the pain of knowing But not forgiveness
'Sepia' published by @bluevillamag in 2024. I've included it in my Colo(u)rs series, tho the case could be made ‘sepia’ is not necessarily a color as such. Per an editor friend: "'Sepia' is a sadness I wish I didn't relate so much to." Find links to the rest of my works at allisonwaltersluther.com
Oh no! Please let me know if I can help or support in any way.
Handsome African Grey Parrot
My handsome Angry Spite Chicken™️.
It's a lot right now. On top of <hisses at everything>, I've got some aging parent drama going on and I'm just at a breaking point. Please know I am sending you peace and love.
Thank you! How are you doing, friend?
Light blue background with white daises and blue heart. Text is a poem called 'Yearning'. The storm raged its last breath In the night Leaving the world muffled In the fuzzy light shimmering Through the light blue curtains With hopeful white daisies No sound from outside No wind No birdsong No humanity Everything muted As if reality has Fallen out of existence The air has a heaviness Of light, not weight Both winsome and strong As so often happens In the silence of snow When every creature Holds its breath In awe The warmth of the bed clings Its light blue comforter With hopeful white daisies Like an extra skin over The lovers Fingers trailing as They wish Swept up in the sound Of two hearts beating With the promise Of a new day
YEARNING. Published by Blue Villa Magazine in 2024. I love the silence in the world after a snowfall, don't you? Come see this and my other works at allisonwaltersluther.com.
'She Wonders' has been published by @theclosedeyeopen! This is an incredibly special piece for me and I really hope you read it! You can find the link at allisonwaltersluther.com/published-works. I hope you love it as much as I do.
'She Wonders' has been published by @theclosedeyeopen! This is an incredibly special piece for me and I really hope you read it! You can find the link at allisonwaltersluther.com/published-works. I hope you love it as much as I do.
BREAKING: Our client Mario Guevara, an Emmy-winning journalist detained by ICE in retaliation for livestreaming law enforcement activity, will be deported tomorrow to El Salvador.
Mario and his family are being punished for his reporting. This cruelty is meant to stifle our free press.
Tyler & Tilly
Sitting in a tree
A-I-N-O-N-C-E
A framed mirror with shattered glass on an urban street.
My poem, 'Frames, Fractured,' was published today by Tap Into Poetry. You can find the link to this and my other works at allisonwaltersluther.com!
Monotone pic of beach. Poem: Forgotten Days, weeks, months, years washed by anguish and made of sea-swept salt until the edges are both silk and razor Each memory different from the others when you lean in close, eyes wide and searching but as you move away through time and life they are all the same Remembered only with the greatest effort lost more often than found smaller than grains of sand and just as infinite How many hourglasses of time did it take to build the dunes where the memories lay forgotten? Allison Walters Luther allisonwaltersluther.com
My poem, 'Forgotten,' published by @bluevilla.org in 2024. Find links to my other works at allisonwaltersluther.com.
Let’s get ‘em. 💪🏽
Thank you, friend. I miss you! How are you?
A digital illustration of the Yipyips from Sesame Street. They are essentially just fabric tubes with mouths that are either widely agape or closed into a huge underbite, with ping pong ball eyes and curly deelybopper antennae. In the left is a blue one, agape. On the right a pinkish-orange one, underbitten. Between them is an antique radio: wooden in a pointed arch shape with two dials and a lit tuning indicator. Most of the front of the radio is a fabric covered speaker protected by a decorative wooden grille part of which is in the form of lettering reading ‘Maybe it will happen today’.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
How do y'all feel about prose poetry? Any recommendations on places to submit to? #WritingCommunity #poetry
When the voices of ghosts who walk the halls echo And whispers come from dark corners of empty rooms Memories obscured by curtains of mist hang at dusk long after all the leaves have fallen Haunted by those we cannot remember and those we wish we could forget Like a metronome that skips a beat so do we skip faded heartbeats When everything is gray
Another from my "Colo(u)rs" collection, 'Gray' was published by @bluevilla.org in 2024.
You can find links to my other works at allisonwaltersluther.com
Ditto.
Movie you've watched more than six times using gif ("Hard mode" no Star Wars, Star Trek, or LOTR).
Textured image of starry sky with crescent moon and russet trees. Text: Don't try to sway people with empathy and emotion when they have none.
white and gold crown on blue background marked out by a red X
Cheering on all the protesters across the country today! I'd be out there with you, but COVID knocked me down this week. With y'all in my thoughts and my coughs. NO KINGS!!!!
Move to hold the agents who assaulted a sitting senator in contempt of Congress. Call for articles of impeachment against Noem. Stop working on crypto legislation. Demonstrate the stakes of what is happening in LA with your actions.
Old fashioned typewriter and the words THE END
One of my latest poems, The Ending, was published by Poetry Catalog today! I normally don’t do rhyming poetry, but the first quatrain appeared spontaneously in my head one day and took up residence there.
You can find the link to this and my other works at allisonwaltersluther.com.
Poem: Liminal Mourn by day Weep by night For the things you’ve given And no one returns As you teeter on the sharpest edge Between the end and Freedom
'Liminal,' another poem published by @bluevilla.org in 2024. I always thought ‘liminal’ was a beautiful word: “Occupying a position at, or on both sides, of a boundary.” I feel most of my life has been spent in that space. You can find links to my other published works at allisonwaltersluther.com.
Appt w/ gynecologist today for perimenopause stuff. Female doc.
Doc: "There's 2 meds we can try. 2nd one tends to work better, but INSURANCE LIKES TO PRACTICE MEDICINE so they want us to try the 1st one. And, unfortunately, it's only going to get worse for the next several years."
