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Podcast: The Slowdown: Poetry & Reflection Daily
Host: Maggie Smith
Episode: 1408 – “Noah's Nameless Wife Takes Inventory” by C.T. Salazar
Date: December 2, 2025
This episode explores the significance of naming, recognition, and voice—especially the often-unheard women in foundational stories—through Maggie Smith's thoughtful introduction and a powerful poem by C.T. Salazar. The poem, told from the perspective of Noah’s anonymous wife, gives voice to a figure typically left unnamed and unremembered in biblical narrative, reflecting on preservation, memory, and erasure.
Maggie shares personal anecdotes about receiving mail addressed to "Mrs." followed by her then-husband’s name:
“Wow, did it make me feel like an accessory to someone else’s life. Like I was in a little sidecar riding along but not driving.”
(Maggie Smith, [01:36])
She reflects on the tradition of naming—how cultural habits often erase individual identity, particularly for women.
Maggie discusses how naming (or the lack thereof) confers power and respect:
“Maybe all of this concern about naming sounds nitpicky, but names matter. What we call one another matters. There is power and respect in naming and in who gets named at all.”
(Maggie Smith, [02:39])
Using the biblical story of Noah’s Ark, Maggie points out that while men are named, women are simply labeled by their relationship to men ("Noah’s wife"):
“In many of the stories I grew up with, the men are named, but their wives and daughters are not. That makes it pretty clear who the main characters are, doesn't it?”
(Maggie Smith, [02:54])
She imagines "Noah's wife" reacting to such erasure—signaling mild humor and exasperation:
“I can just imagine her getting a card from someone that’s addressed that way. Noah’s wife. And sighing deeply or rolling her eyes or muttering under her breath.”
(Maggie Smith, [03:44])
Maggie introduces the day’s poem as a corrective, giving voice to Noah’s unnamed wife:
“Today’s poem is one in which the wife of Noah gets to speak.”
(Maggie Smith, [03:56])
She then reads “Noah’s Nameless Wife Takes Inventory” by C.T. Salazar, creating a vivid, sensory inventory of both the ark’s animals and the deeper emotional cost of survival and forgetting.
Vivid tallying of animal parts and survival items:
“Horse heart, hyena heart, swan spine / Silver fish shining in black water, yes / Timber wolf tooth, yes.”
Stark spiritual and existential observations:
“Pity the ark with its belly full of glowing tongues, / Touch the lion’s paw only while it sleeps.”
Haunting reflection on loss, memory, and the cost of forgetting:
“The red tailed hawk, with jewels for eyes, / swallows the field mouse and the mouse was the only proof the field existed. / What else will be forgotten?”
“The hawk will starve soon, we will starve soon. / The dogs will howl like a God learning the word for light, / and nothing will howl back.”
On Naming and Identity:
“There is power and respect in naming and in who gets named at all.”
(Maggie Smith, [02:39])
On Erasure:
“In many of the stories I grew up with, the men are named, but their wives and daughters are not. That makes it pretty clear who the main characters are, doesn't it?”
(Maggie Smith, [02:54])
From the Poem – On Memory and Loss:
“The mouse was the only proof the field existed. What else will be forgotten?”
(C.T. Salazar, read at [04:30])
From the Poem – On Hopelessness:
“The dogs will howl like a God learning the word for light, and nothing will howl back.”
(C.T. Salazar, read at [04:50])
The episode blends warm, conversational storytelling with gentle but penetrating critique. Maggie Smith acknowledges traditions with empathy, yet calls listeners to recognize deeper issues of identity and memory, all while spotlighting poetry as a balm and a tool for reconsideration.
This episode is a meditation on visibility, voice, and remembering those written out of history. Through personal reflection and the evocative poem by Salazar, listeners are invited to question whose stories we tell, whose names we remember, and what is lost—and what can be reclaimed—in the process.