A Tall Glass of Tomorrowland by Nancy Schatz Alton I am drinking you in the way you turn away from me the end of your ‘bye caught and tossed to the world which now waits for you as I watch your backside high-waisted, giant-pocketed jeans red sweatshirt, perfect-fit, very neat made especially for the […]
Category: Poetry
Facebook Break
Facebook Break I know myself so well, my thoughts bore me. I cut a hole through the wall, eager to leave myself behind. I lay on the floor and watch people walk out of my chest. I stare backwards until I tire of the people staring back at me. If I don’t fill myself […]
The Heat Pulses through the Vents
Listen to the Heat Pulsing through the Vents I’m trying to make a drum out of my heartbeat Something steady I can rely on: It won’t work; it will work. I muddy the beat with my disbelief. Something steady I can rely on. I’m not a prayer: Hail Mary sticks in my throat. I […]
The Geography of Loss
The Geography of Loss I want to hear every poet read their poems underneath glass sculptures & I want to stay home while the children are young enough to not have left home for the waiting world. The world waits for me to live without contradictions to not see Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s picture and yearn to […]
Rough Waters
Rough Waters I don’t want the miracle. I want to hold fast to my hurt, my fear ringing in my ears. The mole you show me in your hair harks back to my oldest worry: the cancer that ate a friend in a few years time, a story that never ends. Oh, every in-explainable bump […]
She’s 16!
as the wind tangles the rain* It took so long to learn that the breeze on my face started as the wind in China. Much like it took 16 years and no time at all to know you woke me up to love. My all-encompassing forward motion held itself to your brown-eyes and I was […]
Thought Poem
If time energy & love are my only commodities, how am I going to spend them? (Stop, slow down. Full body to the ground: listen.) Shhhhh. I don’t hear myself yet. Or I do, but it’s still a mumbling mess. Keep listening, I think. Go back to the trees and stand within them and […]
Muscle/Tree Memory
Muscle/Tree Memory I have a memory and it lives in a tree. All trees. It lives in all trees. The one I climbed in college. How I sat inside of it. I’m there saying hello to my favorite professor. The one who made time/worked part-time/shared a professorship with his wife: for his family. How […]
How long?
How long have you wanted to love yourself with a vastness that replicates oceans?
My Life
My life is My life is a sticky smorgasbord of electric blue hats and unmatched socks and wide open prairie crashes within cloudburst rain squalls that push unknown interiors on my bewildered imagination; this sounds like a dog’s daydream utterance. My life crackles with secret lockets crunching under the weight of heavy clogs dancing […]