Allan Rae

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Welcome to my online portfolio, home to what I feel constitutes my best literary nonfiction, poetry, flash fiction, & photography, with links to my published work, as well as the occasional editorial or research update.

My Own Private Blue

In the rear view mirror a house, 
glowing, it is a blue lit from within, 
where an azure cascade of effortless
intent, strengthened in proximity, is
assured through tangible merit.

Our sea before and behind, its mountains
forward and beyond. Lavender swells, 
crests of indigo and jana share mitigated
resonance along wisps of an anisian trail.
We drove Positano to Veneto, held tight in
assurance of a journey without end, our
routine trappings of what was, held finite
in that distant place oceans away.

A random midst of cars in late afternoon, 
the black cloud of a freight train fades our
fractured lens to blue stains of villages past, 
while horses graze in a vanished field beside
twisted leaves of magnolia.

You Ask Why It Is I Write, So I Will Tell You

Letters Never Sent