Entries by lsteinglass

Earth Day

                        Earth Day I’m done with this desk and tapping on keys, looking through windows, watching the breeze. Today is a day for dancing with trees, singing to clouds, and following bees.   © Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015

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Field Trip

                    Field Trip Today our classroom is the Chesapeake. The dock is our desk. We read the water, combing the pages for blue crabs, grass shrimp, and plankton. We stand on the map we studied at school. Diagrams we labeled wriggle in our hands. Our socks […]

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Far Away Friends

              Far Away Friends When I see the stars, you see the sun, but we both remember our long days of fun. When I see the sun, you see the stars, but distance can’t end a friendship like ours. I may live here, and you may live there, but […]

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Desk Clock

                      Desk Clock Tick, tock, tick, tock Chatter the teeth of the big yellow clock, Tick, tock, tick, tock Or the spines of a porcupine knitting a sock, Tick, tock, tick, tock Or the nails of a grizzly bear picking a lock, Tick, tock, tick, […]

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Compass

                        Compass This one pirouettes on pointe, tracing a graceful circle, until my hand wobbles, wrecking its penciled orbit. Where’s the one that will take me straight home—without going in circles?   This is my first sijo, a Korean form consisting of three lines […]

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Note

                        Note He left me a note. It only says “Hi,” but I don’t care. My heart hugs the sky!   © Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015

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Stolen

                    Stolen It wasn’t mine. It isn’t. I didn’t mean to steal it. It was so soft and small enough to fit in the bed of my hand. I hid it in my desk, but now I wish I hadn’t. What used to be my secret […]

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Sitting Down to Write

                    I can’t find my thoughts– cluttered desk   sparkling surfaces– nothing left to do but write   These two are for anyone who’s sat down to write and then cleaned their room, or the whole house, instead. © Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015.

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Scissors

                  Scissors I try to follow the model black lines. I try to trace their shape. But what can I do with my fingers tied, roped together like we’ve done something wrong, my acrobat hands crammed into claws that pinch and gnaw the paper? Everyone else makes […]

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Prowling the Desk

                  Prowling the Desk What do you do when you sit down to work and a creature leaps up on your lap? What do you do when you open your book and the creature lies down for a nap? What do you do when all you can […]

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