Just back from a lovely (although very, very warm) vacation on St. John in the Virgin Islands. (I thought they must be named after Queen Elizabeth I, but no, they are actually named after St. Ursula and her eleven thousand virgins, in case you were wondering, as I was.) Trying to get my head back into the writing game…more next week!
Celebrate with Save the…Turtles, and discover things like:
Which sea turtle is the largest turtle in the world? (The leatherback)
How do sea turtles navigate thousands of miles of open ocean to return to the beach where they were hatched? (We’re still figuring this out! But sunlight and the earth’s magnetic fields may play a role.)
How often does a sea turtle leave the water? (A female–just to lay her egg. A male–never after it reaches the water after hatching).
How can knocking down sandcastles, turning off lights, and reducing plastic waste help sea turtles? (Read the book to find out!)
Read MoreWhile I’m waiting to hear back from my editor on a collection of poems about Paul Revere’s ride, I thought I’d share this delightful resource I came across on during my research–a virtual tour of the steeple and bell tower of Old North Church. Follow the stairs and ladders up to the top and imagine yourself as Revere’s two friends (or maybe just one, the historical record is a bit on the skimpy side) toiling up the tallest point in Boston to light a pair of lanterns and let watchers in Charlestown know that the redcoats were leaving Boston over the Charles River…
Read MoreIt’s publication day for Save the…Turtles, the book that introduced me to the term “chelonian.” Meet Jonathan, a Seychelles giant tortoise and the oldest living land animal…find out how turtles breathe through their butts (it’s true, they do)…and learn about the Wijsen sisters, teenage environmental activists. “Written in an engaging, easy-to-read style, this series works for both research and personal reading,” says Booklist.
Read MoreI’ve been working lately on a collection of poems united by themes of the natural world, the seasons, and clothing or textiles. Yep, clothes. Just a thing I’m playing with.
Since summer has arrived in Maine all in a rush (time to get the flannel sheets off the bed, I guess), I’m sharing one of my summer poems.
Small World
What does a worm wear?
miles of earth
deep dark tunnels
cool soft spaces
What does a firefly wear?
dim purple twilight
an endless hush
between dawn and dusk
What does a mosquito wear?
the sharpest sword
What does a cricket wear?
music
What does a honeybee wear?
heavy golden dusk
slow summer days
sweetness
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Meu livro foi traduzido para português e estoniano!
Minu raamat on tõlgitud eesti ja portugali keelde!
My book has been translated into Portuguese and Estonian!