Cynthia Nibbelink Worley's poems have a certain simplicity, directness. They are wistful, honest, bold, yet lyrical. At times child-like, almost naïve, they nonetheless occasionally allow a "woman with womanly rage" to surface. From remembering "...the sweet scent of ripe apples/fallen among clover and wild wild roses.../in the cool lemon of springtime" to exasperation with "Rush CrazyAss" and Sarah Palin, WILD WILD ROSES both celebrates and laments a rural upbringing, where "...violets sleep close to grass/subdued as rain...," while always seeking to "name the thing beneath the name of the thing"(John Ciardi): "I can only write a poem.../a stupid poem.../...that is at best/...an excuse/for the poem/I will always be trying/to write...."
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About the Author
Cynthia Nibbelink Worley was born in northern Iowa. She received an MFA from the Iowa Writers' Workshop. For over 30 years she has lived in New York City where she worked with Dollard Fine Arts, Ltd., and taught at Malcolm-King College, Marymount Manhattan College and the New York City Department of Education. She is married to Haja Worley.