Molly Lynn Watt
Molly Lynn Watt carries a pen, a notebook and a journal as she travels, whether to Harvard Square, China, Ireland or Alaska to record her wonderings. She shapes adventures and questions into poems, essays and stories sometimes illustrated with photographs, writing regular daytrip articles for the Occasional Moose, a monthly journal published in Peterborough, N.H. She is a founding resident of Cambridge Cohousing, a longtime progressive educator and a peace and justice activist. She curates the monthly Fireside Poetry Readings now in its ninth season on the last Tuesday of each month (usually) with support from Jenise Aminoff , Jim Foritano, Julie Rochlin, Lolita Paiewonsky and Dan Lynn Watt. She is a founding member of the Every Other Friday Writing Group (2005), transformed into the Backstares.

Ibbetson Street Press released Shadow People, a book of Molly’s poems, in 2007. Molly edited the Bagelbard Anthology 1, 2 and 3, all published by Ibbeston Street Press. Her poetry is widely published in several dozen journals and she reads in many local venues.
Molly and her husband, Dan Lynn Watt recently turned excerpts from two shoeboxes of Dan’s parents letters to each other in 1937 into a political love story reading performance interlaced with folksongs. They have performed “George and Ruth – Songs and Letters of the Spanish Civil War” several times a year for six years in the New Egland and New York with folksinger Tony Saletan and accordion player Sylvia Miskoe. The CD is available from CD-Baby.
JAZZ RIFF
I want to write a poem
the way a jazz man
composes on his feet
sways in rhythm
taps a syncopated beat
like Krupa drives drums
I want to whisper
slave song sorrows
wail field hand hollers
howl and growl
to a bottle neck slide
pulse with rage and heat
rap a wild wind run
like Louie on his trumpet
hit a 100 high Cs
to blast away injustice
I want to bend contort riff
twist and pound like thunder
crack and shatter like glass
drip blood in the gutter
scat with Ella
to the moon
- Molly Lynn Watt
Aurora Borealis
We’ve become night travelers
creeping along Alaskan highways
for one more chance encounter.
She—beguiling hooker draped in ruby satins—
flashes along Earth’s silhouette
doing hijinks across the skies
dazzling frost crystals in riverbeds
whispering to crackling ground
to join her juicy dance—
then ripples on.
We are shadow people
stalking her by moonlight
desirous of another glimpse
as she rides the mountain ridges.
We’ll wait all night for one caress
from her expanding waves of sheen.
But she’s a neon flirt
who swirls and flares
cavorting through celestial skies—
a good-time girl—
she soars alone.
- Molly Lynn Watt