Two Poems by Rachel Nix

By Rachel Nix

Rachel Nix is a native of Northwest Alabama, where pine trees outnumber people and she likes it. Her work has appeared in Bop Dead City, Melancholy Hyperbole, Up the Staircase Quarterly, and Words Dance. Rachel is the Poetry Editor at cahoodaloodaling and Associate Editor at Pankhearst. She can be followed at @rachelnix_poet on Twitter.


Dogwood Shadow

My sanctuary collapsed
from the gust of a September wind.
I remember, then, falling to my knees,
clutching the grass, and cursing the sun,
who stood watch and did nothing.

Photo by David Nilsen

A stranger made effort
to look me in the eyes, to offer me
some sort of solace.
I could only look away
to the sky, to that mocking bastard
holding delicate clouds as if
he would never let them fall.

Stripped of my home, the place
where my thoughts lived in frames
and my name was born—
I was turned away without a chance
to find my footing.

Grandmother, I have no more
even a place to kneel, except
where the dogwood casts
that gentle shade over your bones.



I wake up trying
not to think about
what day this is. I go
to my closet, reach
for something to wear
and pull back after
seeing the shirt
I wore four years ago

Loss haunts in ways
we cannot ready ourselves for.


    • I like both of them from time to time I go and read some of the poems wrote by Rachel Nix and I can say I enjoy reading the Great Job !!! And looking forward to reading more


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