Another morning here

Allergies or cold? Who knows? All I know is I prop my pillows & catch whatever sleep I can & when I wake & have to stand up make lunches & squeeze my youngest awake standing up stops the flow & I breathe while wanting to sleep while wanting all my dreams to have already […]

You must remember this

Lines of poems live in my head— If I must remember everything— this will stand for grief— the moment of change is the only poem— yet I woke this morning thinking of memories that do not change: the ice rink, the swings, the monkey bars, the climbing trees, the playground ponies, your backyard house, the […]

Dish Duty

I keep going back to how doing the dishes makes me feel warm, alive, full of purpose & moving forward, my placement: correct. Give me the colon: exact directions to save me from worry A dirty kitchen to clean, one task after another until I forget destiny.   Warm, alive, full of purpose & moving […]

Love Day

Love is in the coffee every single morning. It’s in the way my eldest asks me, “How was your day?” And it’s how my youngest stays with hugs for the longest time. It’s all those texts returned from friends during the witching hour. The witching hour can happen any time of every day and night. […]


Mine  by Nancy Schatz Alton I have a body and a mind: it is mine. It’s mine to redden: I am blush all over. I’m the tart lemon I squeeze into my mouth after I dress the green avocado. I’m the sum of everything that came before & I often can’t decide what will come […]


I can’t get enough of endings last phone calls & letters friends I’ll never converse with again fixed places in my memory’s strong box newness never interferes until white invites me in expected snow, her scenery soft green boughs shift with the weight of her water a plane’s engine churns overhead my husband says, “Oh […]

Want Is Loud

Want Is Loud*  by Nancy Schatz Alton “It’s good to want. It builds character.” Ben Bauermeister I’ve come here from want—the blue stone pulsing in bright yellow light. I’ve come here from hills that I now call slopes, from anger and love, fear & sweetness, from every emotion you can name, and I’ve come here […]

Sea Clouds

I want to be the slight hill in my parent’s backyard whispering, “sit.” Then: “Lay down.” Tip your head back. Sea clouds of other worlds drifting by. Fall up into the dying stars. Sink into the stratosphere The moon’s rays cut the grass. The big dipper as real as cheddar cheese cut in squares above […]

Flash Floods

Flash Floods  by Nancy Schatz Alton I trace the spaces this life has made in me: the way the underpass, bereft of water feels to my running feet how once the running stopped the orange bike arrived & I rode how I rode in the basement a new path unlike the path I made on […]


Striped  by Nancy Schatz Alton I am a knit hat: striped hat that I lost: burnt in my memory’s strongbox pattern of random colors: no pattern red draws colors together red joins brown, white blue, every line stronger for the red through line knit by Jen: I am pieced together seamed and broadened by stories […]