Allison Walters Luther

About Allison Walters Luther

Let’s face it, Allison Walters Luther is a mess. She grew up in Southern Indiana and has since lived in England, Florida, Southern California, and Washington state. A writer and poet since the age of seven, she has Brain Dragons instead of Plot Bunnies and they frequently battle each other, leaving Allison a weeping, distracted blob. Her use of imagery has been called ‘immersive’ and she often leaves stories open-ended, dashing off into the sunset and cackling “No story is ever really over!” You can learn more about her at allisonwaltersluther.com or find her on Twitter and BlueSky as @AllisonLuther.
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It Is What It Is, It Was What It Was, By: Allison Walters Luther

November 22, 2024 by Allison Walters Luther

Past loverwithin the presentHanding out safe memoriesand friendshiplike candy tokens orsome exotic drug ofwhat-might-have-beenNo danger with them thenor nowOnly missed chancesand friendshipand forgotten passion … [Read more...] about It Is What It Is, It Was What It Was, By: Allison Walters Luther

Red, By: Allison Walters Luther

July 23, 2024 by Allison Walters Luther

Actions speak louder than wordsOr so we’re toldYour actions screamedWhile your words whisperedEach weighed carefullyAnd marked down It was a ledger of sortsLies versus truthsDreams versus nightmaresJoy versus misery Tally marks on my heartPromisesBroken vowsAnd all things in betweenBig and small And at the end,When the counting was doneYour ledger bledRed … [Read more...] about Red, By: Allison Walters Luther

Gallows, By: Allison Walters Luther

May 1, 2024 by Allison Walters Luther

Freedom lostThough no crime committedOnly the act of beingHumanRedemption comesUnder the gallows … [Read more...] about Gallows, By: Allison Walters Luther

Graveyard On Church Street, By: Allison Walters Luther

October 30, 2023 by Allison Walters Luther

LeavingThe warmth of the homeThat no longer feels like homeLeaving you with herTo walk onSleeping streets The old churchDark and closed to salvation-seekersBut with an open gate thatBeckons in darknessAnd gets no answer BesidesWho else would be here,AloneWith too much painAnd no more faithIn the wee hoursBut meAnd the ancient, silent gravesBefore me Sentinels … [Read more...] about Graveyard On Church Street, By: Allison Walters Luther