Oregon OctopusesSlink slowly Along underwater hillsides and canyons Their might (like ours) Is in their intelligence And malleability By Nathan Corliss 4-5-19 This poem was written in response to a lovely tweet by the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife, which you can see here: Good morning and happy Friday! This juvenile giant pacific octopus… Continue reading Oregon Octopuses (Poem)
Category: Poetry
Dads (Poem)
Dads are sinewySerious men Who don’t say a lot Until you are much older Then they can say everythingWithout speakingBut it was you who changed Sure your dad is wrinkled, grey, maybe baldBut you’re no longer a 7 pound 2 oz being.Your difference is much more pronounced
Bad (Poem)
Bad By Nathan Corliss Sun is badSalt is badFat is badPlacebos don’t workSexuality to be shudderedHand sanitizer is goodPetrochemicals, also badPeace is not profitableShoes are to be fashionable and must offer significant cushioning and supportYoga is woowooMeditation is also woowooHumans can’t changeNever change, it’s not possibleBe a victim of an arbitrarily set momentumNever get too… Continue reading Bad (Poem)
The Sand and the Void (Short Story)
An old man lived in a house by the sea. In his yard he discovered a small hole. Each day on his walk on the beach he would pick up a handful of sand and drop it in the hole on his way through his yard back to his house. One day a child on… Continue reading The Sand and the Void (Short Story)
Hero (Poem)
This poem is dedicated to all survivors. Hero By Nathan Corliss You could have let what happened to you destroy you. In fact, no one would have blamed you if you did. Since an apology would be an admission of guilt, you have the lingering torment of not being begged for forgiveness by all involved… Continue reading Hero (Poem)
iWant, a Poem
By Nathan Corliss I want to go skiing on weekdays, when fresh snow dampens sound, lines are short, and traffic is sparse. I want to go on unplanned road trips or flights to see old friends and new places. I want to hole up in cozy towns that exist miles from the nearest interstate. I… Continue reading iWant, a Poem
Thankful For
Each year around November, I meditate on what I’m thankful for. Late October marks the night where my brother, Chad, was horrifically injured in a drunk driving accident (in 2001). This tragedy, and his living triumph informs much of who I am. If you wonder why I obsess over self driving cars, or the rights… Continue reading Thankful For
Wimahl (Columbia)
Midnight blue ribbon Slices the west Scars from tears linger as wrinkles and shadows Missoula floods Humans abide Controlling the uncontrollable Dams, houses, farms, Strychnine wolf plan However temporary Feed the cattle Revere the masses Oh. It’s messy Not maliciously so It is the way Like rivers, ways will change Water will flow
Pasta Thoughts
We’re in our 30s But we carry the reality of childhoods And live like confident 21 year olds I still define myself by things that went down in the 5th grade, when I was 17, 22, and 30 It’s like I’m not an adult I’m still an anxious and uncomfortable tween I’m not suicidal or… Continue reading Pasta Thoughts
Try This Writing Prompt
Here is an extremely fun writing prompt I used for a short story back in June 2012. “She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door.” Simply use this prompt to write a short story – then send it my way. I’d love to read it. .… Continue reading Try This Writing Prompt