See The Sky

Fear lives in me. I’m trying to blockade the couch. Hide the snacks. Open the door. Point out the sky. Can you hear the crows? You could be the warning within their caw. Go, fear go. Oh, my fear, you aren’t so easily removed. My couch so worn. My dog, so warm. I get it, […]

In May

                  In May  by Nancy Schatz Alton Seven years is the change you were seeking When you didn’t know that Life changes every seven years That’s what you learned Sitting in Esther’s house Which is a collage of her life That holds you in an embrace When […]

Self Portrait

Self-Portrait  by Nancy Schatz Alton   Would you believe me now If I told you I was saved? We all slow down for the wreckage Crane our necks Say, Did you see that?   I see inside the spiral that never Unwinds until it does does rewind All over the innocent A victim of myself […]

Ghost Me

Ghost Me   by Nancy Schatz Alton For Peter I am all the people who are no longer here Even as I am not How could I be? Yet I am a ghost Yet I call your ghost I call your river-rock-climbing body back From the grave From the rail line From the box car From […]

This Is What You Want

This Is What You Want  by Nancy Schatz Alton The one rectangle of sunlight warming my skin as I type words. Light memories that brush against how sunlight freezes within the wounding moment. To lick my wounds, to hold my ache, to be tender with my tender self. For the music to move up through […]

Let The Water Run

Let The Water Run  by Nancy Schatz Alton We made a complete ocean & this is a lie. We made a creek that dried up in the drought. You told me what I wanted to hear until you were tired of talking. Whenever I forgive myself for my part I’m forgiving essential elements of myself. […]

Magpie

Magpie  by Nancy Schatz Alton The magpie has my mind. Her tail—what is it for? Her color scheme, her flight, her wing span. How she perches not for me but for me. How the green hills—treeless—exist not for me but for me. How her contours etch a scene I want to capture. Magpie flight, white […]

Comfort

Comfort  by Nancy Schatz Alton The work of my life is love. It’s a self-centered ache that I offer you on a platter: love. This work the world likes to pretend is beside the point it’s the round point of my pencil telling you listen, love: I love you as you are your cranky self. […]

Want

Want  by Nancy Schatz Alton Every part of me hurts from wanting From making myself rise daily To see about this wanting I’m done tamping myself down You see we’re painting The dining room half-red/half pleasing white A marriage of just enough mayonnaise to let the want scream I want my home to signal you […]

A Lean Crew

A Lean Crew  by Nancy Schatz Alton The only sturdy thing is my indecision My waffling between menu items Always invited laughter When I needed to know: French toast or waffles. Yet mirth held its own blessing Another vantage point In a world fraught With catastrophe. What if falling is funny? Our most irritating habits: […]