tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76223592024-03-18T21:59:23.642-07:00Jane Crow JournalAleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.comBlogger389125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-45240630350568367012010-08-14T20:04:00.000-07:002010-08-14T20:04:49.480-07:00Linear time - we meet againI would say I have been awol with JCJ for too long, but I avoid thinking about time in this regard. Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-72114321463363798772008-04-28T09:51:00.001-07:002008-04-28T09:51:43.023-07:00Closing shopThanks for reading, but I am closing this blog. Too much Life is getting in the way. :)Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-15717338738408151782008-02-27T19:50:00.000-07:002008-02-27T19:52:10.792-07:00New poemsI have a few newer poems in this issue of Kaleidowhirl.Enjoy!Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-64491122131114683562008-01-29T18:01:00.000-07:002008-01-29T18:02:13.527-07:00PeekI still see you.Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-53621272785849137312008-01-07T21:40:00.000-07:002008-01-07T21:49:27.505-07:00FourWOne of my poems, The Wife, is featured in FourW, an anthology of new writing. I read through my copy and am honored to be included in such a diverse, talented array of international writers.To purchase a copy, click here.Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-16347737213142007632008-01-07T21:38:00.000-07:002008-01-07T21:39:32.476-07:00Web stats are coolI have a fan in Phoenix, it would seem.Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-83518545349667262622007-12-12T10:33:00.000-07:002007-12-29T11:44:51.752-07:00The Thin LineThrenody of sleep,the irony of the mine-field.I expect sanctity this time:whisper of a man in a window,sheets into explicit music.I follow the swimming serene,but he is a dirty knife twisting.He opens the window -My eyes adjust to his fall.In this, we want to call out,breathe space, discard land.Instead, I rewind film.I lean in against the glassand say, "Look up, look up."Angles and walls, this Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-52801533587404514632007-12-04T11:26:00.001-07:002007-12-04T11:32:47.874-07:00Home"Who wants to understand the poem; Must go to the land of poetry. -- Goethe"Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-11123679836502068842007-11-28T07:27:00.000-07:002007-11-28T07:28:05.650-07:00My new favorite quote"Uncertainty is the refuge of hope." - Henri Frederic AmielAleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-60111777541834418362007-11-16T08:33:00.000-07:002007-11-17T12:47:20.044-07:00When We Went to the Abandoned HouseThe germination of coats and paperscreated soft winged bats, and I swore youreyes blazed like two pieces of coal wherethey soared. Something temporal floated.A coat held the starved; Was it you?Me? In a jar, an emu egg lodged likea miscarriage. We found so many shells.A tall man rattled the windowswith a weathervane; a woman wrappedher hair with peacock feathers, tears.You said it was the ice Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-13838292215213287692007-11-06T11:29:00.000-07:002007-11-06T11:31:34.102-07:00I'm back...but barely. I think I left an important part of my psyche there, buried somewhere under pine needles and crow feathers.Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-52740007543591044022007-10-23T12:24:00.001-07:002007-10-23T12:27:27.791-07:00Just a little cabin in the AZ wild....two more days....Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-21014011875096726662007-10-23T12:23:00.000-07:002007-10-23T12:24:06.116-07:00And another...over at the Furnace Review...Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-24460002907127667322007-10-23T12:21:00.001-07:002007-10-23T12:21:59.263-07:00New poemson BlazeVox ...Enjoy,aAleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-81845230400859013432007-10-19T10:51:00.001-07:002007-10-19T10:52:01.508-07:00Less than one week now...Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-36921041813912749312007-10-11T11:29:00.000-07:002007-10-11T11:30:40.636-07:00girl and crowgirl and crowthings have not been the samesince the shine of black feathersreached into her. this is wherethe world began: his swallowingthe cobalt ocean. men cometo her parents' home. none tellstories that dance against the fire.with a jawbone, he turns the sky.not an angel comes closeto the jet stone she keepshidden in the fabric of her dress.at night, they become nebulae.what suitor can Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-79276097816942107042007-10-05T12:08:00.001-07:002007-10-05T12:10:54.393-07:00HomeI am heading back to beautiful Arizona at the end of the month. It has been 11 years, and long overdue.Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-81606192372199913372007-09-22T11:19:00.000-07:002007-09-22T11:56:15.148-07:00New poema little flesha new sparrow flies from the bowl.it is just an ambition I growin the dim light. I take your hand,place it on my thigh. it is warm, your hand.it changes skin into feather,feather into floods. an unfamiliar musicannounces your arrival.I taste the skin of your neck:musk and sadness. I am desperate for it,to see the body in this nest, this wave.what has made you so hard has mademe so Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-1956448918769897222007-09-01T08:33:00.000-07:002007-09-01T08:36:58.598-07:00Orionhe wantsa white birda skya meadowhe wantsa blood batha womanwho will agreeto the gashto the foldand you agreedyou wrappedyour own woundsstuck the cutin saltbled some morebecause when he isthe nighthe is likeheavenyou tremblealone on the dogstarwhile he huntswith your hairwrapped like pearlsaround his knifethe bloodof a thousandanimals freshon his tonguehe wantsa womanwho's not a womansomething Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-64703083701437972732007-08-31T07:02:00.001-07:002007-09-04T11:13:47.088-07:00SuccessThe reception for Extinct was fantastic -- a pretty good turnout, too.Thanks for the well wishes!Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-25630893167588018862007-08-20T08:55:00.000-07:002007-08-20T08:56:28.287-07:00New poemson Literary Tonic. Click here to read.Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-67346072899012349682007-08-10T08:05:00.000-07:002007-08-10T08:09:21.850-07:00Download Extinct invitationIf you are on a PC, just right click and save the image.If you are on a Mac, drag and save to your desktop.Show opens on August 27th - Sept 16. The reception is scheduled for Thursday, August 30th, 7 pm - 10 pm.Hope to see you there! Email me at aleahsato@hotmail.com for directions/info.Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-65192345290018503842007-08-03T08:36:00.000-07:002007-08-03T08:37:20.203-07:00New poemsAre now live on Shadow Train.Click here to read.Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-12562336251707295532007-07-26T06:00:00.000-07:002007-07-27T07:46:01.546-07:00Please take a momentSign petition, repost this & help save Arizona sacred sitesHere’s an urgent online petition to help protect Apache Leap and numerous other sacred sites from desecration by copper mining.The land in question is part of the ancestral lands of the sovereign Native Nations of the Apache, Yavapai, Hopi, and O’Odham.These Nations have not given permission for this land to be mined— and yet, there’s a Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622359.post-52108525252221768732007-07-24T16:00:00.001-07:002007-07-24T16:00:49.945-07:00Skip James sings Hmmm...Aleah Satohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439351306951718500noreply@blogger.com0