Scilla’s-Eye View of the World & Context for Poem “Minnesota Blue” (April 8, 2026)

Glimpses of blue sky have been few and far between this spring. I have been especially cheered this year by the unrelenting hardiness of the Siberian squill–also known as scilla–that washes over that reliably refreshes the dry winter lawns each April. This year, I am choosing to view this beautiful resurgance as an emblem of grassroots democratic ideals.

Until tomorrow,

LESLIE

Photographs by Lynn Sara Lawrence and Leslie Schultz & Context for Poem “Practicing Interior Light” (April 7, 2026)

Morning Light, New York City (Lynn Sara Lawrence)

One of the joys of deep friendship is sharing. Another is becoming inspired by the experiences and insights of someone you trust and admire. Lynn Lawrence is that kind of friend to me. Her ways with words and images parallel her deep understanding of the human mind and the heart. Her zingy irreverance and spirit of adventure enliven my world with laughter and sane new ways to explore this crazy world we all inhabit. That our friendship grew out of an intersection of words and images sparked some years ago by National Poetry Month seems like a species of destiny.

Rarely does a day go by when we are not in touch by text, email, or phone, trading images and observations. I was so happy that today Lynn allowed me to share a few of her own photographs here. Each has influenced my own eye as a photographer. Lynn’s work helps me to look more closely at the world and to see more penetratingly what is before me.

Doorway with Piano in Morning Light (Leslie Schultz)
Piano Interior (Leslie Schultz)
Stripes and Striped Light & Shadow (Lynn Sara Lawrence)
Lightbulb at the Beauty Salon (Leslie Schultz)

For instance, my photograph above was something I “saw” only after being mesmerized earlier in the day by Lynn’s study of wing chairs with the stripes of shadows.

House Inside House (Leslie Schultz)

My own image, above, was taken this morning after studying the lines and curves of Lynn’s recent photograph below.

Parquet Floor, Louvered Light, Curved Chair (Lynn Sara Lawrence)

This interior of Lynn’s also helped me see and capture this moment last week that daylight played upon my own floor.

Shaker Basket in Afternoon Shadows (Leslie Schultz)

My poem for today, “Practicing Interior Light,” was inspired by my frequent exchanges with Lynn of our quotidian observations.

Just so you know, Lynn’s eloquence is not limited to visual images. Her poetry and professional prose is similarly luminous. Take a look at this work she co-edited and co-authored, published by Columbia University Press, titled Narrative in Social Work Practice: The Power and Possibility of Story.

A picture truly can be worthy of a thousand words. Sometimes pictures painted by words, our sharings of our stories, can be similarly liberating, especially when accompanied by deep listening. Let’s celebrate the power of friendship to make our lives more deep and delicious!

Until tomorrow,

LESLIE

Interior Reflected in a Glass Stem (Leslie Schultz)

Recent Clouds and Context for the Poem “Whiplash Weather” (April 6, 2026)

The Minnesota countryside yesterday, between Rochester and Northfield, offered mesmerizing cloudscapes and inspired today’s poem: “Whiplash Weather.” The images here are in chronological order.

Okay! “I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now.” It is still dark out here. Time for the clarity that only “clouds in my coffee” can offer! (Apologies to lyrical goddesses Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon.)

Until tomorrow,

LESLIE

Happy Easter, 2026! and Context for Poem “Golden Lamp”

My Kitchen This Week
Outside Our Front Door–Siberian Scilla
Across from the Northfield Public Library
Jon Bone Jovi ” (Spotted this week at Johnson Spinal Care Clinic)

Context for Today’s Poem, “Golden Lamp”

Neighborhood Forsythia on April Fools’ Day
Neighborhood Forsythia Yesterday–Squint and You Can See Snow!

Each year, I am entranced by this display of forsythia in a garden two blocks from my house. The color is startling and brilliant, and, unlike, is complement, the blue and white scilla that carpets our city, it is boldly upright.

Yesterday, I got to see it behind a haze of spring snow–a true emblem of our weather this April.

Happy Easter!

LESLIE

Travel to Philly and Context for Poem, “ICI,” (April 4, 2026)

ICI Cafe, Philadelphia, 2016 (Leslie Schultz)

ICI Macarons & Cafe is a Philadelphia icon that Julia and I stumbled upon in March of 2016 during a college visit to the east coast. I stumbled on prints–not footprints but stacks of photograph– this morning as Tim helped me find images that might spark today’s poem. I had forgotten completely about this moment and this place, but the photograph brought it back, down to the very taste of the mint macaron and the creamy punch of the cafe latte.

Just this morning, I discovered that this splendid place, ICI, is an immigrant success story–aren’t we all?

If you scroll down, you’ll see a delivery vehicle for another culinary success story in Philadephia, A Peace of Pizza, who offer delicious fare AND a way to pay it forward by feeding homeless people. (Click on the link to see the NPR story on them.) Philadelphia is one of our oldest cities, and it is still alive with our founding values.

I also reflected that as exciting and educational as travel is for me, its most reliable effect is the way it gives me a fresh sense of the value of home–the essential need to be ‘at home’ wherever you are. (Or, as I first read on a Mary Englebreit card, “Wherever you go, there you are.”)

Below are a few of my favorite images from that trip ten years ago to Philadelphia, a city so important to our national identity, our identification with personal liberty and collective “liberty and justice for all,” the pledge we all learned in kindergarten.

All these images and insights–infused for me with memory and whimsy–merged into the poem for today, “ICI.”

LESLIE

(I suspect the images from this trip might spark another poem this month–stay tuned!)