- Nate Logan
Two poems & two photos // Nate Logan
Bad Premise
Nate runs out of granola on the Appalachian Trail. Nate plays Godot. Nate hears bad news over a
tin can phone. Nate’s camp counseling gig goes off without a hitch. Nate becomes “The Papa John of Dog Kennels.” Nate sees his name on a dry erase board. Nate and the Beachcombers (set starts at 9:15pm) solve a mystery. Nate goes a whole year without talking. Nate drives a salt truck in the off-season. Nate’s handwriting is a match. Nate’s career as a phlebotomist is short-lived.
Fake Scare
A public feeling
in the telephone call.
This chocolate bar,
a lighter in disguise
in case of emergency.
I’ve noticed zero myths
ending in a satisfactory
or somewhat satisfactory
manner. Cathy steps into
the horror movie, opening
a YYZ bathroom stall.
Confidence oozes every
intercom voice. One says,
“Weather conditions.”
Another: “Lost baggage.”
I’m never this helpful.
Bat Party

Trouble Breathing

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Nate Logan was born and raised in Indianapolis, Indiana. His chapbook, Post-Reel, was recently published by Locofo Chaps. He's editor and publisher of Spooky Girlfriend Press. You can find him on the Internet at: nateglogan.tumblr.com