This Week

I want to write you another perfect poem. As perfect as every poem is right after you write it: all my desire and language in a box on a page, playing with the white space. But here I am with a list of to do’s, a need to prep for class and pick up a […]

In May

                  In May  by Nancy Schatz Alton Seven years is the change you were seeking When you didn’t know that Life changes every seven years That’s what you learned Sitting in Esther’s house Which is a collage of her life That holds you in an embrace When […]

Self Portrait

Self-Portrait  by Nancy Schatz Alton   Would you believe me now If I told you I was saved? We all slow down for the wreckage Crane our necks Say, Did you see that?   I see inside the spiral that never Unwinds until it does does rewind All over the innocent A victim of myself […]

Pause

I’m in that window of time before I leap into something new and it’s all I can write about right now. If I think long enough about this pause, I see all the pauses before me. The few weeks I lived with my parents at age 24, before I moved to Seattle. Going to many […]

Ghost Me

Ghost Me   by Nancy Schatz Alton For Peter I am all the people who are no longer here Even as I am not How could I be? Yet I am a ghost Yet I call your ghost I call your river-rock-climbing body back From the grave From the rail line From the box car From […]

Writer’s Block

I have blog writer’s block today. I think it comes from standing between two places. I mean, we are always standing between the past and the present. But I feel that space in a deeper way as I listen to the washing machine dry our clothes. As the sunlight pours in my office window. For […]

May Blooms

At our house, this time of year is known as the best time of the year. I mean: sunlight, daylight growing longer every day. Fishing season begins. You could probably finish this list by yourself; add blooming plants and green, green grass. This year, I feel this blooming in a different way. On Friday, I […]

Full Moon Ahead

Oh, it’s an update day. Where am I at? I’m immersed in the work week and it’s the morning after my class. It’s no secret to let you know some nights I am teaching to myself. That’s kind of a vulnerable thing to put out there though: no one shows up to my class. Don’t […]

This Is What You Want

This Is What You Want  by Nancy Schatz Alton The one rectangle of sunlight warming my skin as I type words. Light memories that brush against how sunlight freezes within the wounding moment. To lick my wounds, to hold my ache, to be tender with my tender self. For the music to move up through […]

Let The Water Run

Let The Water Run  by Nancy Schatz Alton We made a complete ocean & this is a lie. We made a creek that dried up in the drought. You told me what I wanted to hear until you were tired of talking. Whenever I forgive myself for my part I’m forgiving essential elements of myself. […]