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Christopher Luna performs with Tyler Burba by Nathan Tompkins

Christopher Luna performs with Tyler Burba by Nathan Tompkins

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Whidbey Island Poet Sheryl Clough and open mic at Cover to Cover Books Thursday, August 12

Open Mic Poetry
hosted by Christopher Luna
7:00pm Thursday, August 12, 2010
& every second Thursday
Cover to Cover Books
1817 Main Street, Vancouver
McLoughlin Blvd. & Main Street
“always all ages and uncensored”
For more info call 360-514-0358
or 360-910-1066


Sheryl Clough is a poet, essayist, editor, and aspiring publisher. She lives on Whidbey Island, where she finds a rich supply of writing material in the native plants, animals and wild weather.

Sheryl received her MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Alaska Fairbanks, where she designed and taught UAF’s first writing course linked to environmental literature. Her poems, stories and essays have appeared in Spindrift, Explorations, Storyboard, Sierra, Travelers Tales, Soundings Review and others. Sheryl won the Grand Prize in the 2008 Spirit of Writing competition for her poem “Upon Hearing That the Last Native Eyak Speaker Has Died.” Sheryl’s sea kayaking adventure story “Icebergs in My Dreams” was published in the Seal Press anthology Solo: On Her Own Adventure ($15), now in its third printing.

Recent travels in Ireland have inspired the creation of Sheryl’s chapbook-in-progress, In the Hollow of the Millstone; she will read selections from this book as well as other works from her travels and meditations on nature. Sheryl will also have copies of Soundings Review for sale ($6.50 current issue; $5.00 past issues).

Kauai Flora

#1

Petals pale as moonlight floating on surf --
Lavender throats funnel your fragrance.
Under trade winds lifting palm fringes high,
Marled bark scales your winter limbs.
Essence of royals, blooms woven as leis.
Ringed round your throat, gold creeps
Inward, a circle of sun beating time
Against an ever-crashing tide.

#2

How does it happen, this
Insane riot of color, this orange
Blaze flung face forward
Into a world pale as washed sand?

So little time; such a strong story
Can only be conveyed by this:
Understanding Orange, the rebel
Statement shouted toward the sun.

- Sheryl Clough