Wherever you are, be there. Take up space. Occupy the full dimension. Unfold the map of…
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…
Poetry
the construction project
by Maya Stein
Why not hire a professional? would be the logical question, but then I’d miss the quizzicallook…
Poetry
Wildflowers
by Maya Stein
How to meet the grey turn of the forecast, the stutter of any new uncertainty.How…
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 hopeis opening…
Poetry
advice for the newly hatched
by Maya Stein
for C. Later, you will admire the tree you came from - its artistic notches,…
Poetry
instead of “thank you,” try “no thank you”
by Maya Stein
Take the thorny, inconvenient step. Create a mess outside your usual jurisdiction.Stop leaning on the learned…
Poetry
what bears repeating
by Maya Stein
"Bless you" to the spouse in the middle of another sneezing fit prompted by an…
Poetry
so many acorns
by Maya Stein
We could point our attention anywhere - summer leaning into its most ambitious month, the…
Maya Stein
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)