Picking a Fight

I want to pick a fight with someone & win. My fists bloodied & successful. My rage delivered in a physical way. Where does this urge come from? Is it ugly or true? Am I just the only one admitting my urge to fight & win? I told my friend Peter about this urge decades […]

Comfort

Comfort  by Nancy Schatz Alton The work of my life is love. It’s a self-centered ache that I offer you on a platter: love. This work the world likes to pretend is beside the point it’s the round point of my pencil telling you listen, love: I love you as you are your cranky self. […]

Crumbs Aren’t Crummy

This is my afternoon: warm washcloth, angry sty Meditation interrupted by teen flyby Project started: more teens arrive Waiting for my teen Teens who eat my chips: I love you I love that tea means gossip That teens administer psychology freely While eating the chips, just bought This isn’t a poem, but a writing down […]

Flex

“Rule 4: Consider everything an experiment.” —Corita Kent If I don’t think about science, I forget how to be an experiment. That fail is written into the rules. That maybe fail is the wrong word. That reacting to the world is its own experiment. I’m pushing up against a time limit today, wanting to write […]

Workable

I’m not sure how my office looks the same when everything is change. Last week a source told me that every problem is solvable. The week before that I wrote down the phrase “Everything is workable.” Set it in my office. I keep coming upon it. Something about my almost 50-year-old body does not feel […]

Desire

Desire  by Nancy Schatz Alton He said, There’s still time. I held his words. Where does desire live? Within my tightly coiled calf muscles. These legs that ran the playground parameter twice. One mile, 3pm. There’s still time. Another 4th of July. One more song on the radio that lights me up. If I hold […]

Flip Turns

This morning Annie said to me, “Oh, the flip turn! I think I can finally do it and it’s easier than I thought.” Annie has been on swim team for almost a year. She’s in it because she wants to be with her friends, and she loves being in the water. It’s no pressure: no […]

Bitter to Better

During the hardest years of my young daughter’s life, I often wanted to be somewhere else. It’s not a proud thing to admit. It’s just the truth. It was hard to watch her struggle. To not know how to make her life easier. To watch other kids seemingly learn with ease. It was hard to […]

RoadMap

This is what I made for you today. Or for myself: “RoadMap: Family of 4.” I ask: What time is it? It’s 5 o’clock for one of us. To the right, to the right, to the right, says another. While I’m right in the middle of my head, head, head, like Ruth Krauss writes in […]

Monday Longing

We’ve rearranged the pictures in our house. It’s discombobulating. It’s like I live in a museum. I mean, I do live in a museum that chronicles the last 20 years of our lives. There’s a painting of my father-in-law, painted by my husband. A painting by Liz when she was maybe in 2nd grade. I […]