News Flash! THIRD WEDNESDAY Publishes “Poem in Which I Try, Very Hard, to Do My Own Bidding”

The newest issue of Third Wednesday is out. Once again, I am dazzled by so many poems in its pages and proud to have one of my own included. In this issue, too, I have been especially impressed with the photography.

In the Spring 2019 (Vol. XII, No. 2) issue, I find it harder than ever to cite favorites — but I will anyway. Take a look at Steven Deutsch’s poem “Sam and Saul” about twin musical prodigies; or the frozen lake shore landscape of Scott Lowery’s meditative “Vacancy;” or Jeanie Mortensen’s look at the discrepancies between literature and life in “Dick and Jane;” or Ted Kooser’s consideration of time in “Red Stilts;”or Kathryn Jacobs’s startling perspective in “Calling All Lemmings.”

Like the poetry, the photography in this issue kept surprising and delighting me. My favorites range from the lyrical juxtaposition of a flower and an open book called “Birth” (by Fabrice Poussin) and a study of dunes and sky called “California Dreaming (also by Fabrice Poussin) to the subtle view of exhortatory texts plastered on a gated driveway and house called “Signs” (by Gary Wadley), to — maybe my favorite of all — a head and shoulders portrait called simply “Robert” (by David Jibson.) This one is arresting because it is at once utterly contemporary and positively classical, as though a Roman philosopher visits and observes contemporary complications with earned detachment.

My own poem, titled “Poem in Which I Try, Very Hard, to Do My Own Bidding,” was inspired by a poem by William Butler Yeats called “The Lake Isle of Innisfree.” Perhaps, like me, you have memorized this gem? My own poem doesn’t echo so much the form of the poem as the way in which the heart can be split in its desire to live in two different places or modes at the same time, while recognizing the need to somehow integrate both rather than to choose.

Thank you for allowing me to share these thoughts with you! Leslie

“Vortex” for April 22, 2019

Vortex
    for Mattie
 
"When I first caught sight of Mt. Shasta,
over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley,
I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary.
Yet all my blood turned to wine,
and I have not been weary since." - John Muir, 1874
 
 
Vacuums can appear as swirls
on the distant horizon, or, all of a sudden,
open at our feet, spin, pull us in.
 
Beauty, power, and danger:
a trident of transformation
pierces us, and we flip like caught fish.
 
Now, at the advent of tornado season,
perhaps we are right to tremble.
Change spirals in, never easy or complete.
 
We hang in flux, dynamic as clouds
circling a sacred mountain, painting
the sky with flying dragons.
 
Why does our deep wisdom
fly before us? We call, answered
by echoes, by rapturous
 
emptiness. And so, we sit.
We become still as the mountain,
holding firm, until the storm
 
passes, the green air departs,
and we are flooded with peace
as potent as sunset-colored wine.
 
Leslie Schultz




Photo: John R. Soares
Photo: John R. Soares
Photo: John R. Soares




Photo: John R. Soares

Thanks for these incredible images go to the blog “Hike Mt. Shasta” which includes many other images and resources for visitors. The photographer, John R. Soares, is a lucid and lyrical writer, and the well-known author of hiking guides for the California region. His books can be purchased on Amazon.

Photo: John R. Soares

Wishing you a happy Earth Day today! LESLIE

“Landform” for April 12, 2019

Landform
 
 
Long ago, I lost it,
the black camisole
with a logo of Devils Tower
stamped in silver. Still
it shimmers in memory,
like a lost constellation.
The logo was thin as a lichen,
flaky. I saw little resemblance
to the landform
that gave rise to it. Why
does it loom large?
Perhaps because
of the gossamer light
it continues to cast
for me? Memory acts like
a radio tower, broadcasting
signals only I can (fitfully)
hear: a triangulated tale—
who I wanted to be,
who I was really,
whom I might still become.
So, maybe, if I just stand
here, a little longer,
near up-surging
evidence—
vanished lava and
the Sundance Sea—
I will unscramble.
I will understand.
 
Leslie Schultz
public domain photo by Laura Lauer (pixabay)

News Flash! THIRD WEDNESDAY Publishes My Poem “Don’t Forget”

Cover Art: “Umbrella Street, Anatalya, Turkey” by Lauren Tivey

Third Wednesday comes out twice a year, always packed with poetic and graphic interest. This summer, when it has been so rainy and hot here in Northfield, the cover is especially arresting to me!

Enjoy your summer!  LESLIE

Inside Umbrella, Winona Street

News Flash! Interview in 507 Magazine Posted Today

Tim took this photo of me today as I was thinking about next week.

I will be spending the next few days thinking about what to share on Monday evening at the Northfield Public Library, but today I would like to share an interview that reporter Anne Murphy did with me. It came out today in 507 Magazinethe arts publication of the PostBulletin, Rochester, Minnesota’s award-winning newspaper.

Wishing you all a happy weekend in your own corner of the world! Leslie