It’s a glitch in the radar
The reappearing blip
Reveal yourself stranger
A familiar astronomy recorded on vellum
Tell me again before I take to dreaming,
Licking drops of honey off my fingertips
To keep the noise distant
Why,
Empty space
Machine free desert
Like a blue rose waits
Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. The author of several collections of poetry, he lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He attended the University Of New Mexico where he studied psychology but dropped out to be a poet instead.
ISSUE FIFTEEN: Lastly, My Seer
Michael Albright
Because of your problem,
do you often feel others
have no idea what you are going through?
Emily Rosello Mercurio
Sunny Honey
Rose Knapp
Socio-EFascismo
Rachel Mindell
Life as we know it
Kathleen E. Krause
Digging Digits
Kristie Betts Letter
Montana Wildhack Read Aloud
Sandeep Kumar Mishra
Pebbles
Daniel Romo
Diplomacy
Elizabeth Kirkpatrick-Vrenios
See Saw Margery Daw
Nate Maxson
Patient Zero
Alec Hershman
The Point of Vanishing