This eight-pack of crunchy tacos shells expired in December 2018. It’s January 2023 at the moment I discovered them while searching my disheveled cupboard for Dijon mustard this morning. It’s 10:10. Make a wish. Any time the hour and minute match, you’re entitled to a deep breath and a wish. But I digress. The taco… Continue reading Taco Night | a poem by Nathan Corliss
Category: Poetry
Ode to leaf day
I don’t move my car on leaf day. I move it the night before. Several neighbors slept in and moved their cars, but by 9 am most of the work is done and their spots won’t be cleaned. Several neighbors don’t move their cars at all. Several neighbors sleeping in their vans probably didn’t get the mailer about leaf… Continue reading Ode to leaf day
Arches (Poem)
Arches That morning: The smell of the clean desert after a night of thunderstorms Slow, long light, beckoning flowers to open and a hint of moisture wafting from the red sand stone. Magic. That evening: Propane grill smoke from a frozen rib eye and beer breath occupy your nostrils. Both smells are a gift. This… Continue reading Arches (Poem)
Ode to Iowa (Poem)
Ode to Iowa What does Iowa smell like? I just heard some people sitting next to me at Robo Taco call it a “wasteland.” There’s brilliant sunsets in Iowa I’m sure. There’s obscure swimming holes in big rivers and small creeks. People love; some probably haven’t found the love they want yet, and others madly… Continue reading Ode to Iowa (Poem)
Two Halves of Water (Poem)
Two Halves of Water There are two chapters of my life: before I was comfortable in water, and after. I’m not exactly sure when it happened, maybe in Hawaii in 2006, but I somehow discovered that with minimal effort, I could float My dear friend Elisa is doing amazing work in Las Vegas, teaching kids… Continue reading Two Halves of Water (Poem)
The Insistence of 🌊. (Poem)
The Insistence of 🌊 waves. Crash lively and oblivious to ants on the rock.Slowly take with soft claws obsessed with persistence. Was it wind, or is it you that brought this might?Matters little for waves always win. I wrote this poem after visiting Nakalele Blowhole in Maui, Hawaii. The blowhole is on the north east… Continue reading The Insistence of 🌊. (Poem)
Yet again, Terror Jr. acknowledges lust and pleasant vulgarity in their latest track ‘9 2 5’
I’ve been trying to put my finger on why I’m drawn into tracks dropped by music duo Terror Jr (David “Campa” Benjamin & Lisa Vitale). Their latest song 9 2 5 which they sent direct to fans and bloggers (like me) earlier this week, brought it all home. Terror Jr.’s music manages to pair well… Continue reading Yet again, Terror Jr. acknowledges lust and pleasant vulgarity in their latest track ‘9 2 5’
Johns Hopkins Glacier (Poem)
by Nathan Corliss Go to these places.On desolate rocksWith only wind,The occasional friction of fabric on fabric,And blood flow in your ears;The vastness and grandness Drowns any sensation of isolation In a tsunami of awe that seethes through every follicle of being.In this sensation experienced by far too few people,There is overwhelming peace. This poem… Continue reading Johns Hopkins Glacier (Poem)
July 2019 (poem)
We have a house full of books, Ikea shelves, And medium priced white wine. I don’t want to read like I don’t want to do many things, it interrupts my ego and my self. Oh! To say something important. Not me at the moment, But someone, somewhere with a gleam In their eye expresses some… Continue reading July 2019 (poem)
Evening Stroll in Red Rock (Poem)
Evening Stroll in Red Rock By Nathan Corliss (Originally published to Facebook June 6th, 2015) First it was weevils, then flies; A song bird taunted me and my dogA clan of ravens appeared Then Desert Jack, chose the roadAs his place to forageIn front of me. More was therenot revealed Next time you visit Las… Continue reading Evening Stroll in Red Rock (Poem)