Yes, there were dangers in my journey to the happy land.  It's tough.  But though I'm now tempted to tell of tygers, black-footed ferrets, and blue boobies I did not see,  I'll stick to the lesser sandhill cranes stalking Lorine Niedecker's home (thanks for the tip, Kent), and the "Blessing" from James Wright commemorating the rest area in Rochester, Minnesota. Truths! And I'll say that my journey from the freelance world of Seattle to the Poetry world of Chicago is finally complete. I'm here in the Foundation offices with nearly all the road-grime rinsed away, savoring all the silence, Fearing, and peepers I missed.   Thanks for all the travel (and pet) tips!  It's great to be here.

Originally Published: June 8th, 2009

Travis Nichols is the author of two books of poetry: Iowa (2010, Letter Machine Editions) and See Me Improving (2010); and he is the author of two novels: Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder (2012) and The More You Ignore Me (2013). He has contributed to The Believer, Paste, The...

  1. June 8, 2009
     John Oliver Simon

    Now that you're in Chicago, it may be too late to see any tygers, but you might get a poem if you go out to Waveland and Addison to observe the Cubs.

  2. June 8, 2009
     Gary B. Fitzgerald

    How's the kitty?

  3. June 8, 2009
     Travis Nichols

    Boo Radley is safe and sound, if a little discombobulated.

  4. June 8, 2009
     Terreson

    What? No Circes, no Sirens, no Polyphemuses along the way? Bummer, man.\r

    Terreson

  5. June 9, 2009
     Travis Nichols

    I get all of that now riding the train to work.