Nancy Scott: Invitation to Browse

 Peter M. Blau

Peter M. Blau

AH, MEN (new and selected poems) 41+gV9G+clL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_
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
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AVAILABLE: Amazon.com or from author at nscott29@ aol.com (discounted to $12)

Copyright©2016 Nancy Scott, ISBN 13:978-0692671375, Aldrich Press, 2016, www.kelsaybooks.com


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  • Review by Grace Cavalieri at Washington Independent Review of Books (CUT AND PASTE): http://www.washingtonindependentreviewofbooks.com/features/september-exemplars-poetry-reviews-by-grace-cavalieri1#running

 

RUNNING DOWN BROKEN CEMENT                                  CvrBrokenCement_2w-resized
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.

  • Autographed copies discounted at $10, 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