The Bookstore

The Bookstore  by Nancy Schatz Alton The sounds of the women talking meet the music. The door creaks as it opens and closes. People arrive and leave. We spill together, sometimes in silence, often in talking. We collide: Mark Nepo and poetry; who cares if a celebrity endorses a book; which meditation guide; how do […]

Satiated

  Satiation  by Nancy Schatz Alton Full the feeling of fullness: Texting with my brother at 6am 100 pieces left of the puzzle Liz walking off to talk to people who are not her best friends The way hair falls into place right after a haircut An email from a good friend Another email about […]

Bright Kitchens of June

From an exercise I did with my young writing students: Tomorrow  by Nancy Schatz Alton Tomorrow is a continuation of sleepy yoga Wednesday. I’m waiting for the bright kitchens of June. Until then, let’s ignore the gravity of the future. The stunned red mittens faint, fall onto the bookshelf. My heart’s annoying lint makes lists; […]

My Beauty Uniform

My Beauty Uniform is a stretched-out sweater, pilling everywhere, light brown to highlight my fine-tresses. My Beauty Uniform is capturing your joy, the way your smile starts slow, slow enough that only I know you might flash a grin that makes people who think they know you take a closer look. My Beauty Uniform is […]

The days shorten, the deadlines thicken.

The days shorten, the deadlines thicken. Make haste while it doesn’t rain. Relish the crush of the leaves underneath feet. The days shorten, the deadlines thicken. A crash: the shower curtain gives up its elasticity forever. The leaves ground into carpet, the vacuum cleaner waiting. The days shorten, the deadlines thicken. I wake early, write […]

A New Fixed Place

A New Fixed Place by Nancy Schatz Alton I still see you in your broad striped onesie, blue & minty green watch you roll across the wood floor: you propel yourself where you want to go.   I read that I was your fixed place. Slowly, I am no-longer-your-fixed place. You are becoming your own […]

Uncombed

Eleven hours of sleep make me a cloud with nothing to say. A cloud with dishwater blond hair, stinky breath and coiled muscles. One with a brain thinking about language and how I overuse words. That is what’s next: creating a new dictionary for myself to feed my brain. Blogging every day is magical because […]

Making Sense of Nothing Making Sense

Making Sense of Nothing Making Sense by Nancy Schatz Alton   Reds still dot my daily view. Yellows turn to ochre. Brown dried leaves litter our floors. Ground down to particles—fall lives inside our home. The molds live in us. We wake to heat clicking on, dried sinuses— a tightness across our faces. Nothing to […]