Another July Thank you!

Thanks to Ron Harmon, Editor, for the upcoming publishing of River Night on NatureWriting on July 28.

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Book Review — The Heart is a Nursery for Hope

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July, Independence, and Monica Hand


Independence.The word for the beginning of July. I’ve been reflecting on who became independent,and how that differed for various groups of people. Recently I served on a MA jury, and was surprised to find women did not have the ‘right’ to sit on a jury in MA until the 1950’s.  Wow!

Years ago, during Clinton’s first run for president, my teen age daughter joined a group of young people to travel across the country, going to some places you weren’t happy to have your child go. The trip was about signing up folks to vote, and it was called “The Third Wave”.  She met many people with hard stories.  In some places, it was pretty difficult to register to vote. You had to sign up with a deputy, use a particular color pen, and use cursive, for example. In one town the group became deputies for the day, so they could register people.   In walk up apartments in Detroit people felt, ‘What’s the use!… and yet, there was such beauty mixed in with the danger. In Montgomery Alabama they were guests at a church. You may remember the church that was bombed in l963, with four girls killed. I was my daughter’s age when that act of terrorism happened. The church was finally reopened and repaired when ‘The third wave’ bus group traveled, and they were invited as guests to the potluck.

There is so much goodness in this country.  I’m an immigrant child grown old here. I know so many who struggled to come to this country. My family walked across deserts and some starved and died along the way. The USA was an oasis of safety. I knew people who swam to our shores, who married strangers, who were leaders of the Hungarian Revolution, and were brought here to safety. 

Recently I’ve had the privilege of reading primary documents written by the man who lived  on the same land where I reside,  in the late 1700’s. The town voted  him to represent this town to vote YES, let’s have the Boston Tea Party.  Amazing, right?  He drove into Boston, I guess on a cart, with a friend, and they voted for the Tea Party. As you know, it happened, and kind of took off! 

And this musing brings me to a woman who has passed on, as we spent a week together in July, at the Fine Arts Work Center, in Provincetown. I think she touched anyone who spent time with her. Look for Monica Hand’s book of poetry, Me & Nina, published by Alice James. This is my personal eulogy for Monica Hand, a poet that can reach into your innards and stir you.

Monica Hand

Monica lived life like 

nobody’s business, no 

more second guessing life.

She crooned Nina Simon

then returned to school.


Columbia, a PhD.

Sometimes her body pained her.

It was hard to climb stairs,

but Monica still boogied.

She stepped right up to life,

looked it over real careful

then started in. 


Monica, patient, taught how to sew 

books by hand, how to push that 

needle through layers of thick paper.

How to unwrap juicy oranges on 

an unmade bed, never mind that 

car honking outside.


Hot nights we sipped sweet drinks.

Monica unwrapped her Black 

Angel deck and shuffled in the magic

as she drew the cards. 

Monica loved Nina Simon.


May all beings be safe from harm

May all beings  be healthy

May all beings have freedom


This photo taken from a Fine Arts Work Center, Provincetown, writers workshop. We literally open and unfold the book on the beach, so we can read, page by page.


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June’s Tail End

-brings more good things roses tumble down the hill, topple onto the grapevine. Red currents, tender lettuce and pea pods are ready, and a new poem is up at A thank you to Ron Harton, Editor, for publishing Vernal Pool. Check out at,

Also, please check out this book review blog I’ve just found!   She has a review  of my chapbook, (yay!)

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June temperatures seesaw between the forties and the nineties, confusing both  tomatoes and peas in the garden. Now as summer solstice arrives, warmth stays. Peonies, iris, daisies,comfrey—all flowers that stand on stalk or tumble on vine,  outdo themselves as  solstice approaches. Mountain Laurel surrounds the lake, the hummingbirds sip, and we’ve begun summer rituals, visiting the local beaches and  walking acrosss the Bridge of Flowers.  Summer begins.





kids dive and shout
look––the geese
a fish bit me
watch out– a snake
hey– let’s swim to the rock

the buzz of bumble bees
doing the impossible
stuffing themselves into
each blossom head first

a quiet plop
the frog disappears
when the turtle
slips off the rock

the change from day to dusk
when the cicadas pack up shop
and crickets take over the night

and like teenagers
for no good reason
except it’s summer
we’ll fall in love a little bit



Much thanks to Ron Harton, Editor of Nature Writing,, for publishing Maria Elena in Brooklyn this week,  June 20, and Vernal Pool the following week. 

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May Reading next Sunday

Reading Next Sunday, May 21, 2pm.
Toadstool Bookshop, Keene NH
I’ll be reading from ‘The Heart is a Nursery For Hope”,
and some brand new poems as well.
Keene is a great town, Toadstool as a wonderful bookshop.
 Come up!
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Good Things Happen in May


Just in time for onion and shallot planting, I have a poem, Dan Keller’s Onions, published at

I’ll be reading from my chapbook at Toadstool Bookshop on May 21, at 2 PM.  You’re invited! There’s a great small cafe hidden in the bookstore, as well.

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