The birthplace of Maggie Scratch.
Left to right, Steven, Sigmund, Sylvia (née Berkowitz) and Simon Scratch.
Philadelphia 1967
Nuclear Reminds Me of Es Vedra
“It has the energy of a power plant. It tugged at me like a full moon tide. It yanked at my body, it vacuumed my soul, it practically pulled off my head! When I lived in front of it, I was a match for Vedra herself. I was a siren too, a monster, a witch, the sea around me a heathen brew! No compass could be read by my side. I couldn’t report the news, all my lines were rhymes. Birds and lizards and goats roamed my head, Noah’s Ark! The shroud of mist around Vedra was a cape of clouds around me. Electric, radioactive, primordial clouds spewing volcanic rock. “Live rock!” the Ibicencos call it. The Goddess rock! Es Vedra! She shook the cliffs of Cala D’Hort, she quaked plates, the ground slid as I walked. I tasted salt. Iron. Limestone! Hailstone! Brimstone! Debris! Disaster!”
On the Road with Maggie Scratch, Arcata, California
“We pursued our destination one night with our thumbs jabbing at the headlights of a ’62 Chevy.
The driver slowed down and told us to get in. I started to hop in the front seat. Horace opened the back door for me.
“I’ll sit in front,” he said.
“Suit yourself,” the driver grinned, looking at me in his rear view mirror. “Where ya headed?” He released his foot from the brake and carefully moved it over to the accelerator pedal.
“We’re on our way to Arcata,” I said from the back. “Ever hear of it?”
The driver offered me a cigarette and I took one. Horace said he didn’t smoke. The car moved along the dark highway for a minute before the driver spoke again.
Move Over Hilary Baldwin or, or Eat Your Heart Out Hilaria or, Meet America’s Real Spanish Sweetheart or, You’ve Met Your Match With Maggie Scratch!
Move Over Hilary Baldwin or, or Eat Your Heart Out Hilaria or, Meet America’s Real Spanish Sweetheart or, You’ve Met Your Match With Maggie Scratch!
Let Us Entertain You, Let Us Make You Smile…
send
love!
Maggie Scratch in the Days When Black Lives Mattered
Roberta Flack
In the days of “Killing Me Softly”
black lives mattered
we knew it
and we felt it
and we sang it
in jukeboxes
the music came out with a coin
and we danced
at concerts
the songs rang out
we were dancing in the streets
we were marching
for justice
and we’re still here
aren’t we?
killing it
with
Dancin in the Street
Maggie Scratch’s Godmother
She has many disguises
and she’s sooooooooo PROLIFIC!!!
These are all her Godchildren!
I’m forever grateful
she took Maggie
under her wing
one day
and made her
a Godchild too!
Sigmund Scratch Purple Heart
“Forty days and forty nights without shelter. After that a boxcar was heaven.”
Sigmund Scratch
The father, Sigmund Scratch, is a character throughout the Maggie Scratch Trilogy.
Susana Gross 