Peter M. Blau
AH, MEN (new and selected poems) 
from Aldrich Press, 2016
Dedicated to a sampler of men and men-in-training who broadened my life and to one I remember fondly who said, “…and we did ourselves some good.”
Stallion #2, oil painting by Edwin Santiago
es_art@live.com
AVAILABLE: Amazon.com (includes selected poems)
or from author at nscott29@ aol.com (discounted to $14)
Copyright©2016 Nancy Scott, ISBN 13:978-0692671375, Aldrich Press, 2016, www.kelsaybooks.com
- Interview with NANCY SCOTT posted at Schuylkill Valley Journal
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- Review by Grace Cavalieri at Washington Independent Review of Books
RUNNING DOWN BROKEN CEMENT (Main Street Rag Publishing Company, 2014)
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 Diane Donovan at. Midwest Book Review, 214: Running Down Broken Cement.
- Review by Michael Northen at Wordgathering, a journal of arts and disability, 2015.
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Autographed copies discounted at $12, plus $2.00 postage, available at nscott29@aol.com. Also from publisher, Main Street Rag which includes sample poems.
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.
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Copyright©2014 Nancy Scott, ISBN 978-1-59948-488-4,Main Street Rag, P.O. Box 6901000, Charlotte, North Carolina 28227, www.mainstreerag.com