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. […]

Images

Well, well, well. Maybe you noticed I’ve been gone for most of the week, that I missed my daily blogging. Maybe you’ve noticed that my blogging isn’t exactly daily. I’ve hit upon writing and publishing the blog 5 days a week, on the weekdays. That’s what works right now. I’m always changing things up, figuring […]

Magpie

Magpie  by Nancy Schatz Alton The magpie has my mind. Her tail—what is it for? Her color scheme, her flight, her wing span. How she perches not for me but for me. How the green hills—treeless—exist not for me but for me. How her contours etch a scene I want to capture. Magpie flight, white […]

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. […]