Nate East

Tag: poem

Ravine camp with crates arranged in a half moon

I saw the satyr eyelashes and forearm chalk
and gold rings through his nostrils so I asked
Did you travel here from the swamp village
because I stayed there once, in the wooden houses
your people built above the mire.

I also recognized the cloth of his scarf
the purple and orange yarn I saw knotted
on scrub oak and bayonet cactus in the foothills.
They traveled when the snow melted and the grass
was not yet folded by sleeping deer.

some news

No big updates this week for this site, but I’m continuing to submit stuff to websites/journals that’s mostly new flash fiction (really short stories.)  Shoot me an email if you’re interested in checking out stuff that’s been submitted- there’s tons of it!

As for news, there’s a really great new post on the Poetry Foundation’s blog, Harriet.  It’s written by Edwin Torres and is just hella beautiful and cool.  Check it out here.

Artist and photographer Sam Owen recently took a road trip, which he documented with a bunch of new photos on his website.  If you haven’t yet, be sure to check out everything in the photography section of his site; my favorites are the instax essays, which are each shot around a certain theme.  Hella cool.