Alison Luterman

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Alison Luterman was raised in New England, but moved to Oakland, California in 1990. Since that time she has worked as an HIV counselor, a drug and alcohol counselor, a drama teacher and a freelance reporter and has taught a number of poetry workshops in schools.

As a writer she is known as a poet, essayist, short story writer and playwright. H ...

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Kathy Fiorini 06 November 2020

Some Girls in honor of Kamala Harris..... That poem has been on my desk for weeks as she winds her way to a place in history

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Erika Miliziano 29 August 2020

" Some Girls" - a gem

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Jennifer Epperson 28 August 2020

I have been reading Alison Luterman's poem " Some Girls" in the New York Times this week. The powerful adjectives describing girls inspires me as I create images of modern women from the female gaze. Thank you Alison.

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The Best Poem Of Alison Luterman

Invisible Work

Because no one could ever praise me enough,
because I don't mean these poems only
but the unseen
unbelievable effort it takes to live
the life that goes on between them,
I think all the time about invisible work.
About the young mother on Welfare
I interviewed years ago,
who said, "It's hard.
You bring him to the park,
run rings around yourself keeping him safe,
cut hot dogs into bite-sized pieces fro dinner,
and there's no one
to say what a good job you're doing,
how you were patient and loving
for the thousandth time even though you had a headache."
And I, who am used to feeling sorry for myself
because I am lonely,
when all the while,
as the Chippewa poem says, I am being carried
by great winds across the sky,
thought of the invisible work that stitches up the world day and night,
the slow, unglamorous work of healing,
the way worms in the garden
tunnel ceaselessly so the earth can breathe
and bees ransack this world into being,
while owls and poets stalk shadows,
our loneliest labors under the moon.

There are mothers
for everything, and the sea
is a mother too,
whispering and whispering to us
long after we have stopped listening.
I stopped and let myself lean
a moment, against the blue
shoulder of the air. The work
of my heart
is the work of the world's heart.
There is no other art.

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