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Published:November 17th, 2011 12:58 EST

"When I Had It Made" A Poem About Childhood

By Will Nixon

Once I was small enough to climb out my bedroom window scamper up the roof to the crest of the house. That was when I had it made.

A poem from My Late Mother as a Ruffed Grouse.

"A born storyteller loosely chronicles his life from a suburban childhood to young adulthood in Hoboken and Manhattan to his escape to a Catskills log cabin in narrative poems that strike a rare balance between a child`s sense of wonder and a skeptic`s dry, knowing assessment of the world.  Along the way the poems recall childhood pranks with a chemistry set, lusty assaults on Manhattan, the rise and fall of a marriage, a Thoreauvian flight to the mountains, and the loss of loved ones, including a mother who did, indeed, return one day as a ruffed grouse, a feathered cannonball." 

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