wary of how the cow has evolved, by Nancy Nixon
Nancy Nixon’s innate imaginal life traverses boundaries as if they don’t exist. What delight, to be invited along for the ride in Nixon’s first published collection.
Nancy Nixon is one of those poets whose innate imaginal life defies expectation and traverses boundaries as if they don’t exist. What delight, to be invited along for the ride in Nixon’s first published collection.Ganesh returns after a long absencethere he is in my bed, waiting, this god made manifest having moved through time and Bohemia sometimes traveling naked knowing in advance when he would be needed only he denies me the desire having turned his head around so his trunk falls behind him and his tusk carves the wall with his night murmurs though one of his magnificent arms holds me firmly to his body I remain awake waiting for his breath on my neck but he hasn’t come for this he has come to take my dreams gently rock them loose mingle them with his own giving careful attention to the taste