ISBN# 9741648-2-8 Design & Production by Petow Design $20 - free shipping!	Elk tracks cross the beach to the water at low tide and back to the black hole of forest slicing down to the ocean; beyond the spoil of illumination waits a living dark where boughs grow down to a matted under-story of water sound and insect a fertile darkness pulsing with imagination exiled by our devotion to brightness by our fear of all we refuse to know but will know one day when the fecund hollow reaches up into our shallow glimmer pulling us down to the uncertainty to the darkness to life.     Softly in the morning I approach you humble in the returning warmth. I come as stranger and lover without pretense each touch familiar yet evanescent as a bird. I come quietly without demand my prayer the hunger of the river for the deep root of trees.	Authors Comments   "Don's poetry is alive, vigorous, startling, ruminative, quickwitted, poignant, piercing, and very often gently electric. Read it slow. Take a bath in the light. Consider, when you get to the end, that you just spent an hour praying." -- Brian Doyle, author   The Wet Engine     "A maker of sturdy constructions in his working life, Don Hynes shows a deft touch with small things in his poems – the quick turn that sees the growing vine. His book The Living Dark is tall in form and reaches deep." -- Kim Stafford, author  The Muses Among Us and Early Morning: Remembering My Father   available at independent Portland booksellers: Annie Blooms Books New Renaissance Books Twenty Third Avenue Books Marylhurst University
	The hint of yellow in September light, the first chestnuts littering the sidewalk, my heart beating after the run, then walking beneath the green cover of leaves in the last warmth of summer’s end; it’s taken so long searching for my own life what a nice surprise to come upon it suddenly down this street, this day, right here where I live.