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Linda Gayton

Walla Walla, WA 

jazzwalla2@yahoo.com

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Influences: I grew up hearing crickets chirp outside my door, in a place where the water tasted sweet and I named crawdads in the creek next to my house. In the summer, you could taste the smell of sweet onions and earth. Walla Walla is rich in history and was a stopping point on the Lewis & Clark trail. Wheat fields, orchards and vineyards abound. We have been given the title "Little Napa Valley". I am the second daughter and fourth child in a family of eight children. The greatest influence I can attribute to my writing would be my parents, both possessing intelligence, wit, courage and a romantic spirit. My grandparents, both maternal and paternal, were farmers who instilled in me a love and respect for the earth...

Several of my poems have been accepted for publication in Art With Words Poetry Quarterly... Published in the Katrina Journal, Washing The Color of Water Golden by Sun Rising Press... Published in the chapbook, A Place of Amazing Grace, dedicated to the miners of West Virginia, by Art With Words Publications... Soon to published in The Blueprint: Assemblage of The Fifth Element, an online journal

 

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Bite Into Life

She's a big apple
There is more
that you can ever know
absorbing second hand
the smooth coolness of her skin
the sweet-tart crispness
of her flesh
the way the stem dries
and sends the remaining life
back into the fruit
 
There is so much more
than what you can see
through your filmy windows
The orchard is a blur
of red, green and yellow
Yet inside those juicy orbs
are cells within a cell
within a larger sphere
of air and time

I go there and breathe
the fragrance of the sun
Your roots are dry
they've separated from earth
dying from poison springs
yet you continue to drink
thinking they quench your thirst

First take a bite into life
then you'll know the differance
between
sweetwater and a tainted well
I go to pick fruit
The worms are there
to remind me that there is life
beyond my own
 
 
(c) Linda Gayton 2006


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