Love Song

Love Song  by Nancy Schatz Alton I write my own love song equal parts poetry & sorrows every experience that shattered me sits next to my strength. The rain slants & this is still the perfect phrase reused like sorrow & sadness as familiar as rage & grief. We seek new ways to describe the […]

Author

I’m one of those humans who doesn’t give myself enough credit. I like to mention my mentors, the people who make me feel like my work is worthy. The people who’ve helped me become a better writer or who helped me believe more in my writing skills. I don’t think of myself as a mentor, […]

May

May in Seattle is as green as the greenest green. If you see the color Kelly green when you read that, you are partially right. But add more greens: wet grass green during a rainy spring day. The way green looks as the sunlight hits it at 7pm, just as the light starts to dim. […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

Change

About a year ago, I decided to push toward the new. Mostly because I needed to: it’s arriving whether I like it or not. The other half came from a gentle nudge from my friend. As she drove me away from the urgent care clinic where I had gotten my left index finger sewn up. […]