Literary Orphans

Maiden Voyage by Nate Maxson

The SS Familiarity

Prowling the small world circles of hell and theme park gardens

With such fireworks to get us there

Like witches on broomsticks, you know

Like cartographers dividing the room down the middle

I am what’s left behind

What gets left behind

Not dark but after-light

A floatation device

Launched into the night

Latitudes like the slow appearance of frown lines,

Crow’s feet/ the glacier

Oh/ how I would dance my radiant weight across the water

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Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. The author of several collections of poetry, he lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He discovered poetry as a youth the way other people might find drugs or religion and hasn’t looked back since.

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–Art by Piotr Kaczmarek