For a Friday Morning {a poem}

We thought we might have a baby-baby, // but the easy way to say this is // life happened // or // it wasn't in the cards.

PoetryJena SchwartzNovember 8, 2019Everyday life, poems, poet, poem, poetry, dive into poetry, life happens, gratitudeComment

How Many Times?

How many times do you need to hear
that you are enough?

PoetryJena SchwartzSeptember 22, 2019poetry, poet, poems, Jena Schwartz poetry, forgiveness, grace, Contemplative Poetry Comment

Like the red maple leaves

Poetry, Creative ProcessJena SchwartzMay 6, 2019poetry, poem, poet, spring, myth, breathingComment

Dance to the Edges of Your Longing

You may think you have nothing
important to say, nothing important
to give — it’s a lie. Stop trying so hard.
Anyone lucky enough to love you
better know it.

ObservationsJena SchwartzJanuary 7, 2019Monday, Starbucks, real life, entrepreneur, writer, poet

The Poet’s Role in a Crumbling Democracy

But here’s the thing: If I am to move my writing more into a political sphere — a periphery I’ve circled and danced inside of for as long as I’ve been writing — I have an obligation to do so in a way that calls attention not to myself but to those who really have something at stake.

Poetry, Politics, and Privilege

I am a bundle of fear and rage and love and confusion. I went for a run this morning, and I looked at each person’s face I passed by. A delivery guy. An older gentleman walking his dog. A woman with a briefcase waiting for the light. A man smoking a cigarette on a bench. A child watching in awe as the firetruck backed out of the station, holding his grandfather’s hand. I ached.

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