For those who need it: a beautiful, tattered, imperfect flower and a content bee who lacks nothing. For those who need it: memories of flying. For those who need it: a hand turkey. For those who need it: a nameless beauty. For those who need it: the underlying, reassuring order of things that cannot … More For those who need it…
When I can, I try to find a nugget of human commonality between the words I write. I like to tell you about me in a way that I am actually telling you about all of us. Although I am reluctant to tether a poem with too many ropes, I thought it would be fun … More The story behind the poem: “Still Life”
Songs combine the rhythm of musical instruments and the rhythm of words. Songs are a mix. Poetry, on the other hand, and all writing really, is an a capella song. Poetry carries its music through only the instrument of words. I think Leonard Cohen would understand this. He writes poems and sings them. Songwriting adds … More Words and Music
“I look at the stories. So many stories poring between my fingers. Each expressing its transient becoming and being and quiet dissolution, netted and knotted with others while time stops in the oneness, expanding and contracting with each connected breath.” Excerpt from “The Language of Beauty” from Moon Full of Moons. During these summer days at the beach, … More The Language of Beauty
I’ve been spread rather thin lately. Perhaps you could say the same. When I think about it, what I’m doing is bit ridiculous. In no particular order, I have been: trying my best as a mom and a wife running clinical trials to try to find new medicines for kidney patients editing my second book … More The stress of abundance
…three of my tanka recently published in Atlas Poetica have been newly added to the Poems page! outside this house the erratic song of wind chimes like Brownian motion the randomness of beautiful moments ∞ when I finally sat down I still felt in motion like a momentary insight into the Earth and its paradox … More 5-line poems
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I’m holding in my hand something new that feels old. You might have found it in an airport in 1962 or a bookstore in 1955. It’s easy to imagine Don Draper gifting it to someone, but it’s from 2015 even if it internally reveals little or no clues to…
if each raindrop has a river in it why can’t I remember my moment as a sun? published in Skylark 3:1 (Summer 2015) …just added to the published Poems page! (The below Sun wall hanging is my creation as well: hand-built stoneware clay.)
People used to send me photos of the Moon. I would write imaginative tweets about riding the Crescent Moon or express my disappointment that a glorious Full Moon was hidden behind clouds. I would smile and smile as lovely moon photos were sent to my timeline. We enjoyed the Moon together, united under the same … More I used to receive moons…
the deception of sky ceiling… this nagging self-doubt -Kat Lehmann published in Acorn No. 34 (Spring 2015) This poem has been added to my poetry page
