Poet of the MonthJoanna ValenteApril 02, 2020Nate Logan, poetry, poet of the month

Nate Logan: April 2020 Poet of the Month

Poet of the MonthJoanna ValenteApril 02, 2020Nate Logan, poetry, poet of the month

Sometimes a Pony Gets Depressed Again

Dear Nate,

It’ll be a small miracle if this finds you. Did you move to Minnesota? So many people in the Midwest have died this year. I saw something strange the other day: chickens in the farmer's corvette. It made me think of you for obvious reasons. I’ve started approaching everything in a sort of slouched over manner. It’s easier than having to repeat myself. Singing into the showerhead is good practice for the real thing. You should come to karaoke sometime.

Fondly,

Dave

Dear Dave,

You must be a true believer. Fun fact: a loon’s eyes change color with the seasons and so do mine. I’m writing this to you on a postcard. You can see a serial killer of some fame opposite this letter at the bottom of a lake. I admit it’s a bit morbid, but tourism goes a long way this far north. I once sang “Sea of Love,” but I don’t think I’ll ever do it again.

Nate

Pascal’s Wager

The local citizen scientist wouldn’t shut-up: he ID’d a new species of bird a few years earlier. “Gary,” we said, “Gary, give it a rest.” Nope. I could set my father’s watch to his 15-minute presentations. Drowsy onlookers gathered in Gary’s backyard to listen. But soon it was old hat. The scientists in charge came in and decided not to name the new species after Gary, which is what we suspected he wanted all along. By his own admission, he was not a lifelong birder. Gary wanted to be immortal and for that we never forgave him.

Nate Logan is the author of Inside the Golden Days of Missing You (Magic Helicopter Press, 2019). He founded and was editor of Spooky Girlfriend Press from 2008-2019. He teaches at Marian University. He can be found online at: nateglogan.tumblr.com.

Joanna Valente