I have forgotten what peace feels like. Does it have something to do with the fox? How the sleek animal turns its narrow red face toward the morning wind and relishes it as if life? If I could do the same and surrender to the present moment, then karma assures me blessings would come forth on the breeze and lead to immaculate release. Instead I hold tight to old ways and routines, resist duty. I have my own ideas and that is the problem, not all the demands, but the grasping for something different. I will experiment with acceptance, and give up my resentments. Learning from the fox, who lives among the austere elements, I will turn my face toward the rushing wind and relish it as if life.
A Pushcart Prize nominee, Marie Marchand served as the Inaugural Poet Laureate of Ellensburg, WA, 2022–24. Her poetry has appeared in Poetry Ireland Review, Crannóg Magazine, Catamaran Literary Reader, California Quarterly, and Tikkun. Her previous books include Gifts to the Attentive (Winter Goose Publishing, 2022).
Marie is a graduate of Naropa University and the Iliff School of Theology where she studied psychology, religion, and peacemaking. Her two passions are poetry and mental health. She enjoys living on the sunny side of Washington with her two rescued min pins, Benny and Joon.
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Like the number I pulled out from the take-your-turn dispenser at the DMV, Hope sits inside my pocket. It takes a seat in the green plastic chair, understanding there are other emotions ahead of it, each with their own urgency. Anxiety likes to hover near the counter, staring at the red flickering number on the wall, while Logic pretends to be in control, recalculating time as the now serving number grows. But Hope watches as integers glow, notices how light shifts, ever so slightly, through each changing digit, and how zero radiates out from its inner hole. The way Hope shows up when we open to each other, asking, How can I help you today?
Shawn Aveningo Sanders grew up in the suburbs of St. Louis, Missouri. A true “show me” girl at heart, she loves writing and reading poems that show instead of tell stories to stir emotion and move the needle forward on the empathy meter, in hopes of creating a more compassionate world. A proud mom of three and Nana to one adorable little girl, she now shares the creative life with her husband Robert, in Oregon where together they have published over 160 poetry books through their press, The Poetry Box®.
Shawn’s poetry has been published in literary journals including ONE ART, CALYX, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Willawaw, Sheila- Na-Gig, Quartet, Timberline Review, Naugatuck River Review, About Place Journal, Tule Review, Snapdragon, Northampton Poetry Review, Amsterdam Quarterly, and others. She was also the editor of The Poeming Pigeon (2014–2024).
Shawn’s previous work includes What She Was Wearing, a chapbook that reveals her #metoo secret after forty years. This chapbook, Pockets, was a finalist in the 2024 Concrete Wolf Chapbook Contest.
Instagram: @shawn_aveningo_sanders
Website:RedShoePoet.com
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