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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.
I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

The way of horses
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

You keep imagining your life as a track circled by bleachers, fans gripping their tickets and screaming their prayers.

You picture the jockeys in their starched whites, bent at the waist, heels digging. You hear the shutter of a thousand cameras, the bullhorn, the cinematic lights, the feeding frenzy at the snack bar, the fevered guzzle of ale. And so you are whipping yourself into your finest speed, careening through the dazzle and chaos, drunk on the thought of victory. Of course, this is not the way of horses.

You have fooled yourself because someone hit the buzzer and opened the gates.

Your legs are not looking for a finish line. They want a field.

Maya Stein

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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.
I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

Thursday mornings with Ruth
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

She’s put the heat on in the studio. I arrive, reluctantly, in Lycra. The coffee has barely made a dent. My body looks more awake than it is. We begin with Om, and soon, the forward bends and Downward Dogs begin to irritate. My right thigh feels the burn from Warrior 2, my left toes purpling with concentration. I’m hardly in the swoon of this practice. The call to meet resistance meets resistance, and “gratitude” is a far cry from where I’m now kneeling, head tilted toward the back wall, millimeters from dizziness. My center, it turns out, is off-center. I feel frightened, stiff, and rude, a towering failure of grace. And so it goes, like last night’s snow crusting the trees. Today, the sun erupts and clears them. Up close, there is a glimpse of what’s to come: A bud, shaken from sleep, struggling against its inevitable bloom.

Maya Stein

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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.
I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

Threshold
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

On the downhill run, wind icing my face, knees on lockdown, I wondered when I would call it a day. It would be quick, no doubt—such a frigid afternoon, and thoughts of hot chocolate and a warm fire were beckoning. But at the bottom, I realized that, even shivering, I wasn’t finished. I wanted that vista again, the one at the top, that threshold of the slopes.

It’s strange how much more we have in us at the verge of giving in, how power comes sparking out and comfort turns to consolation prize. Some hidden muscle stretches, finding new length, and we dare past the edge, craning our necks, not for the view exactly, but for the sweet reward of ooking.

Maya Stein

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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.
I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

What’s in the dog bowl
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

I can’t help it, looking at her sad face. Although, of course, who knows if what she feels is deep and desperate as I presume? So easy to misconstrue hunger as some wrenching absence – ah, projection! – and out of empathy I’d never give myself, feed her to the brim. There I go again, pawing through the fridge, disemboweling leftovers, upending Tupperware in search of not just dinner, but a feast she’ll remember.

In my darker, ravenous hours, I hope I will be just as willing to satisfy myself with something to lavish, reward, savor.

The dog dives in, her teeth already bared for their first bite, her little body shaking not with thanks, but appetite.

Maya Stein

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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.
I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

Thawing
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

The boys wear shorts and basketball shoes for the afternoon hike. It is not even April. We’ve impressed upon them the importance of hats and gloves, just in case the temperature dips, which – we are certain – it will. But they barrel out of the car and sprint for the trail-head. We carry water bottles, oranges, squares of chocolate. They’ve brought a football, though soon they will ask us to carry this, too. The lake is thawing. They look for fallen branches to poke holes in the ice, then climb rocks to look for what, I’m not sure. Fish, maybe. Signs of life. Instead, Charlie spots a doe, drowned, her leg splintered by a fall or the teeth of some wild thing. There is blood still, and tufts of fur rise to the surface and drift. We coalesce, briefly, around her body as sunlight pierces the water, wiping her story clean.

Maya Stein

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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.
I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

The cloud layer
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

Maya Stein

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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.
I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

The bunny in our midst
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

My niece thrusts her latest possession into the screen. “Bun-bun!” she squeals, and on the other end, a splay of ears briefly obscures her face. For the next five minutes, our talk is filled with nothing and no one but him, and I am witness firsthand to the depth of this fierce allegiance of hers. If I were four years old, I’ve no doubt I’d echo her devotion, but even at 40, I understand what erupts that giggle out and then, just after, fixes her grip further into the length of his neck. It’s not a light touch, this affection, but the beginnings of a defiant claiming. “Mine” – this will slip from her tongue and she will feel so certain: this is what belongs to her alone. I, too, whisper this same word and think it just as true, this love I have but cannot own.

Maya Stein

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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.
I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

Garnish
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

It lay there, loyally, alongside the complicated salad greeting the lunch guests on the buffet line. Then, a little further down, it reappeared, circling the marinated peppers, the eggplant rolls, and again, two platters later, like an asterisk, with the cold shrimp and the exclamatory bowl of cocktail sauce. After the meal was over, it would be wiped into the trash along with the limp leftovers the chef couldn’t recycle, so I don’t know why I will remember that small clutch of green over the resplendent collection of dishes. Except I do. The quiet company it kept, not needing the attention.

Maya Stein

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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.

I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

Love in the time of hurricanes
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

The weathergirl can’t help herself. Some great storm is always rumbling off-shore, gathering good speed, and she stands before the screen and makes dramatic gestures with her hands, her voice rising in pitch, the sense of urgency potent. Already it tore through the benign geography of a peaceful country, so who knows what it could do once it hits here, she insinuates, eye dead on the camera, and an image zooms in for emphasis and warning, the landscape battered past recognition, a lone house standing in the wake. But I can’t help it. I picture the clinging remainders in those rooms, a floating vase of flowers, a dress still married to the rack, an irreverent radio sanding the silence with fragments of static. An insistence blinks into this ruin, half-grief, half-wish. The beach returns to its abandon. The water teems with hungry fish.

Maya Stein

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10 Line Tuesday poems every week with Maya Stein.
I just love Maya’s poems. They say so much with so little words. A great lesson in communication in our overly wordy world.

The learning curve
By Guest Blogger Maya Stein

She’d hate to confess what she’s never been good at: taxes, paperwork, party pleasantries, making returns, lodging complaints with customer service. She could say – each time she picks up the phone or lugs the wrong-sized whatever back to where it came from – that the learning curve is high, and the field bright with possibilities. But instead, she whittles herself into a boxy cutout, child mind stumbling over each syllable, lost in the thicket of foreign tongues and rituals, and the best she can do is improvise… and not very good, at that. I want to tell her faltering and innocence make her no less lovable. I want to tell her not all seedlings make it through the rain, but the soil still bustles with potential, its scent sweetened with ruin. I want to show her the dance she’s weaving out of each inexpert shuffle, the beauty in her awkward truth, if she’d only start believing.

Maya Stein

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