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.

Dusk After A Storm Is An Imperfect Metaphor

…It is either the beginning or the end
of the world, and the choice is ourselves
or nothing.”
— Carolyn Forche

It is in the first moments
after a storm if one looks
to the west, through fern
and branches there is a
shadow cast on wet sky,
absent crimson flames
in a pre-dusk glow.

Then, for a brief moment
no shadow is cast and
hungry air quenches on
that which remains.

It is only when one looks
past shadow-less ranges,
beyond the far peaks, that
an amber crest holding vast
gardens of violet orchids
springs briefly into view.

In A World With Lines Drawn All Over It, Where Do I Stand?

The Weight Of A Moment Renders Scales Insuffcient