A person swimming through ripples in royal blue water.
Poetry

wherever you are

by Maya Stein
Wherever you are, be there. Take up space. Occupy the full dimension. Unfold the map of…
Open hand filled with bits of opaque sea glass and pebbles.
Poetry

in praise of I don’t know

by Maya Stein
Mostly, what washes up at the beach isn’t whole, though our eyes are peeledfor the…
Four thin screws on wood
Poetry

the construction project

by Maya Stein
Why not hire a professional? would be the logical question, but then I’d miss the quizzicallook…
Field of multi-colored wildflowers
Poetry

Wildflowers

by Maya Stein
How to meet the grey turn of the forecast, the stutter of any new uncertainty.…
Poetry

when we get through this

by Maya Stein
When we get through this, I want us to set a table with all of…
Poetry

It looks like the sky is coming apart and together at the same time*

by Maya Stein
And the body is holding its losses like a fist. And a fleshy hope is…
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About the author

Maya Stein is a Ninja poet, writing guide, and creative adventuress. She has kept a weekly short-form poetry practice, “10-line Tuesday” since 2005, and facilitates writing workshops in person and online. After a 7-year stint in suburban New Jersey, she is now happily ensconced in the wilds of mid-coast Maine, in a house named Toad Hall. Connect with her at mayastein.com. (Photo by Chris Battaglia)