9/16/09 – Will Nixon

16 Sep
Will Nixon

Will Nixon


Never mind your replacement, the airplane.
You’ve pulled lightning from the sky,
tickled your legs blue with St. Elmo’s fire.
You’ve bathed in cold fog, shed icicles
like thousands of earrings. You’ve whistled
through hurricanes, watched meteors
scratch the black dome in every direction
without leaving a trace. You’ve ignored
wars. You couldn’t name a president.
You’ve chaperoned two generations of trees.
You’ve tolerated thousands of visitors
climbing the zig-zag of your spine
to stand inside your empty square head
& believe they see what gods see.

–Will Nixon

Will Nixon‘s book, My Late Mother as a Ruffed Grouse (FootHills Publishing), offers poems inspired by his experiences growing up in the Connecticut suburbs, then living in Hoboken and Manhattan as a young man, and finally moving to a Catskills log cabin. His previous chapbooks are When I Had It Made (Pudding House) and The Fish Are Laughing (Pavement Saw). His poems have also appeared in many journals, including Rattle, The Ledge, Slipstream, Wisconsin Review, Tar River Poetry, and others. He occasionally hosts a poetry segment on WDST’s Sunday morning radio talk show, “The Woodstock Roundtable.” As a journalist in the past, he was a contributing editor to The Amicus Journal, published by the Natural Resources Defense Council, and a correspondent for The Adirondack Explorer. More recently, he has been writing a series of “Walking” columns for the Woodstock Times with Michael Perkins, a fellow poet. His work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and and listed in The Best American Essays 2004. He now lives in Woodstock. To find out more or read a sample poem visit

“Will’s poetry is rich with references to the natural world, autobiographical tales, and the rewards of contemplation,” according to a post on Stamford Poet Mikhail Horowitz said, “Will Nixon’s narrative poems strike a rare balance between a child’s wonder and a skeptic’s dry, knowing assessment….”

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Posted by on September 16, 2009 in * A Few Poems, * Past Features



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