Departure + Arrival

I’m home & I’m alone My mind plans & texts My pictures speak I hang the picture of Chris & David above my desk My husband as a child: his joyful smile arrives above my desk His brother whom I hardly know stares at the camera He’s tall and thin, his jeans speak of the […]

Slant

The air is still The tree outside my window: still slanted I greet the day with my red pen I practice writing bearing witness to my clumsy anxiety while our country swells with misdeeds If I can stop myself mid-misdeed & apologize correct my acts, turn to love will it matter? Will being careful with […]

Light Is A Wave That I Ride

I bring you the sound of the waves underneath my board. I bring you my solitude — hard won, necessary. I bring you the sun, the wind, my inability to know its direction. The wind was moving; its direction didn’t matter. I kept moving & not moving. I was still & not still & the […]

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 […]

June

The breeze is full of cold water straight from the Sound. There’s s concentric ring around the sun. Ice crystals make a faded rainbow The sun makes a mark on the red umbrella. The girls are away making their way away from me. This always feels good. I am satisfied knowing they are off being […]

Everything

I want to be everything. To be everything, I’d have to give up too much: the 5-minute hug that helped my daughter greet her day clean laundry eating feeding my loves walks where we talk about cars & clouds your growing up my growing up how we grew each other up   while I desperately […]

Morning Song

Morning Song  by Nancy Schatz Alton   “The best chance to be whole is to love whatever gets in the way until it ceases to be an obstacle.” -Mark Nepo I love the dirt-caked kitchen floor, the way I wake and clean her, how she feels upon my feet, new: ready to start again. I […]

Transcendence

Transcendence  by Nancy Schatz Alton I want to go out drumming to be a drummer & hold the beat for the band. I want to be the one smiling, counting, holding the pulse deep in my body. I watch the drummers: they hold the fun, the glee, their bodies sway. The trumpeters, the trombonists, the […]

The Weather

The Weather  by Nancy Schatz Alton A dress is a house. My home. I live within her folds. Its flounce moves with the weather. My house has so much weather. I am all metaphor: tassel & ribbon, extra fabric, dainty flowers, bold stripes. I draw my dress’ angles. My arms make a thatched roof, My […]