Cindy Nichols is a professor of creative writing. Her poems have been published widely.
Poetry
Winter 1987
Garden Story
Out of the still center of the big field near our house,from the burned-out, tangled heapof felled trees there— the black mass you can glance atsidewise, and still see flames, […]
Poetry
Winter 1987
Owl
I was driving, just creeping, really,along a country road in winter, late in the day.A narrow, icy strip of roadand one house there, and one over there,asleep in the trees.I […]
Weekend Reads
Garden Story and Owl
From The Kenyon Review, New Series, Winter 1987, Vol. IX, No. 1 Out of the still center of the big field near our house, from the burned-out, tangled heap of […]