Far away city
Far away city with dreams that went to sleep
About Lucinda
Lucinda Watson has worked as a teacher, a healer, a volunteer, a naturalist guide, a storyteller and a board member of a few nonprofits, sometimes all at once. Watson worked for more than 10 years at the Haas School of Business, teaching communication skills to the MBA population and recruiting business leaders to speak at Haas.
Latest Blog Posts
Explore some poems, snippets, and essays of my life.
Easter
On Easter lunch I sat next to a man who seemed to be quite a bit older than me because during lunch a fly kept going in and out of his mouth and he didn’t seem to notice which was really perplexing to me. I couldn’t follow the conversation because I wanted to follow the fly.I was imagining how that would feel on my own face and lip. Maybe when you get to be a certain age flies coming in and out of your mouth are normal.. Maybe you’re happy to have the fly go in there and do something…
Award
Competition. Congratulations! The judges were especially impressed with your poem “Resume.” Your work was judged to be on a world-class level in a remarkably international field. We received submissions from 13 different countries this year, a record! From Singapore to Australia, Mexico to the Russian Federation, Poetry 2026 was truly a global celebration of the art of poetry. There were over 200 entries and more than 1000 separate poems. As an International Merit Award winner, your name will appear on a page of honor in the Fall Contest Issue. You will receive a free copy of this issue. And, although…
Happy Birthday
I remember floating on a giant inflatable fluorescent blue raft with you inside me in the heat of July in August in Maryland the amniotic fluid keeping time with the waves in the pool. I was 23 years old and had never held a baby. Your nursery was ready with pale yellow walls and a spindle crib and many receiving blankets ready to receive you. Whale-like, I waited for you. I thought labor was more bearable without other humans in the room so every time someone checked, I would say not really having many pains, and so the door would…
The End of the world
The End Of The World Around 8:30 PM she breathed a sigh of relief as in 90 minutes her head would hit the pillow and the illumination of the world would end. Over the years she had tried a few things to help her sleep: milk, cookies, magnesium, men, books, and various sleep technicians. None of this had helped her yet now, during this time the world is ending, her sleep was the sound of a book closing. A thick book. Hours would pass and she would lie in the same position lost in another world, past or future. Hip…
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