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My Starbucks Holiday Poem: The Queen of America

Here’s an audio poem. Click on the link to listen. 3-The-Queen-of-America (1)

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Woodstock Times Review of “Acrostic Woodstock”

(Woodstock Times review by Paul Smart, November 26, 2015) Will Nixon’s Acrostic Woodstock, published through he and fellow poet/flaneur Michael Perkins’ Bushwhack Books comes from one of those self-dares that have a way of freeing up one’s creativity from past … Continue reading

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Chris Kluge Leaves Poetry Treasures by the Hudson River

(This essay appeared in the October/November 2015 issue of The Country and Abroad.) Take Me To The River Chris Kluge invited me to bring a gift for our walk beside the Hudson River: a line of poetry, a button, a … Continue reading

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Lee Slonimsky Walks Woodstock To Write Poems

(When Lee Slonimsky told me that commutes from his home across the Hudson River to Woodstock simply to walk our roads and write poems, I wanted to know more. He has written a guest blog. He recently published a thriller … Continue reading

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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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The Woodstock Poems: CVS

CVS originally stood for Consumer Value Stores. Started in Lowell, Massachusetts in 1963, the chain reached Woodstock in 2001, generating controversy by replacing the town’s last supermarket. “Food, Not Drugs,” said one picket sign. “Community Need, Not Corporate Greed,” said … Continue reading

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“Friendship” A Poem In Honor of Michael Perkins

My dear friend and Walking Woodstock co-author, Michael Perkins, has been afflicted with Parkinson’s for some time. In our first years of walking together, I didn’t even know of his aliment. Then he fell and dislocated his shoulder within sight … Continue reading

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The Woodstock Poems: Post Traumtic Press

Dayl Wise started Post Traumatic Press in 2000 to publish pieces by veterans. Now he publishes local poets as well, including my chapbook, My Clone. Everyone who opens the cover in my presence smiles and asks, “What is Post Traumatic … Continue reading

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A Good Writing Exercise for the Laundromat

Writing prompts have become my secret weapon. Here’s one from Twyla Tharp’s book, The Creative Habit: Learn It And Use It For Life. “Give Yourself a Little Challenge” “George Harrison once decided, as a game, to write a song based … Continue reading

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