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 […]
Author: Nancy Schatz Alton
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. […]
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 […]