Gift of the New Moon
I can smell the beach deep in the tanned skin of my shoulder,
which flew free in the sunny breeze all day.Me and my two new best friends:
A triangle of underwater screams.
A chain of rotating chains.
Bowls of the living earth.You might have seen us flying by, smiling,
with our new summer hair,
carrying home beans to eat and to wear.
© Copyright Jacob Stoltz
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Selected Writings
External Links:
Poems:Glimpsing Minnesota - A blog I wrote chronicling the summer of 2007, when I used a grant from the state of Minnesota to travel to undisturbed natural areas to make etchings. See my etchings in the Landscapes department.
Northwest to Alaska - A blog chronicling the journey of the Stoltz family (me, my wife, and two cats in a U-Haul) from Minneapolis to Juneau, with photographs. I wrote it all in one entry, so that you can easily read it chronologically.