Tag: Judith Ponturo


Remember, yesterday, I opened and read: “I like the intimacy with a patch of ground the closeness and the drawing in, the sibilance, the swish the grass makes with the scissored snap of stems,” From her poem Cutting the grass with Scissors well, i wrote in the margins of her book, much like my living,…

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Life on Monhegan just a taste … brought us, me, back to life. The cold breath of wintering hearts. Over. I miss Monhegan Island. If I could fly, sewn feathers -tightly worn… Instead, I sit Dream -a still…small…crawl. I did not meet Judith Pontura. Her book, stacked on a store shelf. The lady, behind the…

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