Wayne Luthi

Wayne Luthi

I’m Wayne Luthi, a proud native of San Francisco, where my earliest memories are shrouded in fog and filled with the salty scent of the sea. As a young Air Force serviceman stationed in England and Thailand during the late 1960s, the solitude of midnight shifts in control towers sparked my passion of poetry.

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Water for the Rose

Our world is a sea of poetry, yet with everyday demands for our attention and our survival, we are almost forced solely into the expedient. With little room left for a faculty that requires us to slow down for it to function, imagination, reflection, and wonder have to hitchhike to find their way to our deeper places. Like the old phonographs that played vinyl records, poems are running at 33rpm whereas the business of the everyday is running on 45 or 78rpm gets through the records a lot quicker but the beauty and clarity of the music are missed. The poems contained here are for when you have a moment to take that evening walk. The invitation is to find experience of delight in an image or the association of images that we normally don’t put together. My hope is that there are many pieces here that offer you a perspective that speaks to you in some way and maybe to a place in yourself that hasn’t been spoken to for a while.

I AM HERE, LET’S GO HOME: POEMS OF SAN FRANCISCO, OF EARLIER TIMES AND PLACES

As with a gourmet meal, the whole experience is a combination of flavors, scent, presentation, and atmosphere. It is this that I strive for in my writing. Poets often take what has been given to them in their experience and deconstruct and reconstruct perception in a way that can offer the unconsidered a different perspective. Sometimes lyric can quiet or console, sometimes it can stick as a pollen grain of realization. Experiences of images, places, and people are shared here for the inner world of imagination and reflection, hopefully in a way that joins with something in you. The theme and focus of this work is of a time period when I lived in San Francisco, England, and Thailand. I was fortunate to “live” in the coffee houses and on the streets of the beat poets, to spend endless hours in the late Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s City Lights Book Store. I was fortunate to have been able to play as a child in the sacred hollows of the redwood trees. This book celebrates those worlds.

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