NEW FROM ALDRICH PRESS, May 2015
THE OWL PRINCE, a collection of re-imagined fairy tales. Revisit The Three Little Pigs, Chicken Licken, Snow White, The Three Bears, Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel, Baba Yaga, and many more for a joyous romp for adults through storyland.
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Gretel Lost in the Forest or
Why Every Day Has Its Challenges
Bad things are going to happen.
Even the rotten turnips will get eaten.
Only the rats will grow fat. Our stepmother
will insist Hansel and I are a headache,
and soon our beloved father will agree.
They will take us into the forest
and leave us to fend for ourselves.
My brother is such a bumbler.
He’ll have a plan, but it won’t work.
Birds will eat all the breadcrumbs.
Poor Hansel, he will just get us lost
deeper and deeper into the forest.
I’ve heard that this place is enchanted,
and sometimes children disappear forever.
Maybe we will chance upon a fairy
godmother who will feed us
strawberries and cream. More likely
we will meet up with a witch
in a gingerbread house and our tale
will take a turn for the worse.
It’s up to me then to get us out of
Hey, Hansel, wait up.
The book is a collection of narrative and lyrical poems inspired by my career, spanning several decades, as a social worker for the State of New Jersey, when I responded to allegations of child abuse and assisted homeless families to find permanent housing in the community, and also by my experiences as a foster parent.
Review by Donna Donovan, Midwest Book Review, 2014: Running Down Broken Cement. Go to Links page for review by Michael Northen at Wordgathering, a journal of disability poetry and literature, December, 2014.
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Kelley Jean White, MD, has said this about the book: Nancy Scott is truly a voice crying in the wilderness, the American wilderness of broken cement and breaking lives. She has earned her voice by years of work among the poorest of our poor, with those struggling on the edges of our broken systems of health, education, and welfare. She has listened carefully and now bears witness to the sufferings and triumphs of…those neighbors we have turned our backs on…. You may need to read this book slowly, a few poems at a time, but you need to read it.
The Ship Builder
Perhaps by a quirk of hormonal imbalance
or a reckless moment of indecision,
she’s neither a man nor a woman.
In our Victoria’s Secret world
she’s a nightmare—heavy brow,
ample breasts, and paw-like hands.
With these hands, she builds ship models
with popsicle sticks, tying
intricate knots, fully-rigged sails.
She explains it takes months to finish
a ship, paint and lacquer it, making sure
all the riggings are exactly right.
Suddenly her fingers are nimble and lithe.
It isn’t a man or woman I see
but the mainsail taut in a steady wind.