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Tag Archives: Nate Maxson
When I was young I had braces on my teeth and when they were taken off, the metal brackets were left on my back molars Only removed long afterwards, I tasted tinfoil for years I remember that sensation like something … Continue reading
A voice/ is a light/ is a flower: in the act of opening I am what remains/ I am what washes up on the shore Firmament is only torn alight where the sky poured in When there is no water/ … Continue reading
A drop of blood in the sand and then all we have to do is wait: and then one night like that story about a beanstalk to the next world, a forest Sometimes childlike wonder does provide an answer All … Continue reading
Curious, a forest in the flattened lands Sprung up out of metal waiting, it couldn’t anymore And grew against the rampant Artificial moonlights Nate Maxson is a writer and a performance artist. He is the author of several collections of … Continue reading
During the Russian Revolution When they killed The Tzar and his family The three children survived the firing squad unharmed Because they each had a pound and a half of diamonds sewn into their shirts That’s the problem with miracles … Continue reading
They are as thin as birds That never land And don’t know the difference Between sky and field Or sweat and ocean And are as achingly practised in their art As a shy French girl smiling cinematically with a finger … Continue reading
Almost like being in love! Swirling gust of Sinatra and warm desert thaw from a 60MPH pickup truck Catches me outside the motel room enough to make my eyes water And the ashtray flotsams stir yearning to be swingdancing sunflowers … Continue reading