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The Woodstock Poems: Candlestock

How does a writer sit alone for hours? Sometimes I light a candle for comfort. Choosing a new one at Candlestock is like choosing a new friend. Candlestock Consolation’s own pilot light. An altar for a single pure thought. Night … Continue reading

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The Woodstock Poems: Bread Alone

My mind wanders over latté. Here’s what occurred to me one afternoon at Bread Alone. Bread Alone Brave & Restless you’ll Eat candied hearts in Apricot, prune, or cranberry. Doom gives crunch to the oatmeal. Alimony tastes like sourdough. Oh, … Continue reading

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My WAMC Rant Against Golf

(WAMC broadcast this piece as a Listener Essay. The poem appears in My Late Mother as a Ruffed Grouse. WAMC has also broadcast my piece, “What Is It About Zombies?”) No Golf in the Kingdom By Will Nixon The delusion … Continue reading

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Bruce Weber and I Collaborate on a Poem (It gets wackier)

The August issue of Chronogram published a collaborative poem by Bruce Weber and myself. Lines Never Written by e.e. cummings under a gray sky epiphanies linger like frost on the tongue sparrows taste best when swallowed by the sea moose … Continue reading

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Orpheus and Eurydice: The Way to the Underworld, by Janet Hamill

[On Sunday, August 26th, I’ll participate in the “Spoken Aggregate” poetry festival at the Widow Jane Mine in Rosendale from 1 to 4 pm. Three of us–Chris Wheeling, Janet Hamill, and myself–will present works inspired by the Underworld. Here, Janet … Continue reading

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Two Train Wrecks—Hayden Carruth’s and My Own

I suppose that no subject is new if you have an encyclopedic knowledge of poetry, but I don’t, so I was tickled to find this poem by Hayden Carruth that linked us in an unusual way. Who knew others had … Continue reading

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The FootHills Poets: W. Jed Berry

FootHills publisher Michael Czarnecki reveres Gary Snyder, our master poet of life in the western mountains lived and observed with simple directness. In Jed Berry, Michael has found a bearded young poet from Montana with a similar temperament. A little … Continue reading

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January Poetry Blitz: Barbara Louise Ungar

Ultrasonics The way fisherman find shoals of deep-sea fish and navies track submarines, the way bats net moths, barnstorming the darkness, or dolphins and whales echolocate their worlds, bouncing high- pitched sounds from melon-foreheads and back through their receiving jaws, … Continue reading

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American Duende

Half a dozen years ago, I commuted from Woodstock down to Soho once a week for a workshop at the old Poet’s House that had caught my eye, “American Duende.” I wasn’t disappointed. Our course packet from the instructor, which … Continue reading

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