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
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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
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)
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)
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)
Oregon Octopuses (Poem)
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)
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)