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Nate Logan (@airbudhockey) · DIRTY

Nate Logan

@airbudhockey

pumpkin enthusiast

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Nate Logan@airbudhockey· 4d

Not today!

A dog wearing a Twins jersey and hat, sitting in the stands in the rain

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· 4d

Wayne Campbell, a youth in a black t-shirt and hat that reads WAYNE'S WORLD, saying, "I'm there!"

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· 6d

It escaped!

A duck with a bouffant on a skateboard; text around the duck says, He was a skater duck / He said see ya later fucks

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· 21d

Michael Earl Craig (from Iterant #4) #smallpoemsunday

DOCTOR FAUCI

Through the garden he moves
like a flesh and blood C-3PO,
the last man standing
or one of three living people

okay 17 but
of them he’s one of
only three still gardening
and he does not have a mask on.

He goes up lane 7 because
he calls all bean rows “lanes”
with a metal watering can
making little gestures with its spout,

tiny intuitive decisions for things
like beans and cucumbers,
up one lane down another
with no one to hump or to hug—

methodical turns of the wrist
of the wrist of the wrist—
shuffling casually toward sainthood
and compost.

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Jul 17

The Odyssey (8th century BCE)

Wishbone, a Jack Russell terrier, wearing a breastplate and helmet

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Jul 11

A still of Cameron Winter singing and playing guitar; I've overlapped the text THERE'S A POEM IN MY CAAAAARRRRR

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Jul 4

Laurie Saurborn

Patriot

Line of thunderstorms on the weather map.
This is America, & so the body, hand-sewn, is over there.
And so at dawn the Carolina water tower is a peach
Rising like the moon's ass.
Finite town, rusted trailer, time-bleached house.
How many foxes did we take under our wheels?
She turns her head and rests her cheek but not completely on his shoulder.
On to Tennessee & the Mouse Ear is a strip
Club where we will not have coffee, not cup a dancer's
Breast before she slaps our hands away.
Where shuttered factories mirror distribution's decline.
Last I saw my ex's mom before she lost to lung
Cancer, we ate at the Shoney's in Brevard, Back when you could strike up inside & back
When the Biorhythm machine still
Spit out our eternal rhymes.
This horizon fills with Neruda's yellow light.
Since he is tall enough and so she can do her leaning against,
This is America.
So is drinking pale champagne and pouring Three-fifths of the bottle down the drain.
On to the rest area, tampon in one hand, metal dog bowl in the other.
Line of voters turned away.

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Jun 15

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· May 29

Yikes

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· May 24

Eric Wareheim explains poems

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· May 2

Thrilled to have two poems in the first print issue of bethh!

WHAT REASON COULD I GIVE

The reunion tour was good, not great.

This is the news I’ve got and now for my next trick.

If it can be folded, that’s a good start.

It’s a cool disposition going out, coming in, then going out the door again.

I don’t want to quintuple anything, even my love for you

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Apr 6

Grateful to have a new poem in @somewordslit.bsky.social! 🦆

BOWLING OR ARCHERY

Last season’s potholes have been replaced with new ones.

Old feelings taken out of storage.

Nate loves a good duck poem.

If I’m repeating myself, I’m sorry.

“Shut the hell up, everybody!” is something you’ve wanted to say on occasion, like when on a memorial hike.

For the first time, all that could be done, was done.

Extras from the horror movie stand around in a neighbor’s backyard.

Whenever my dad calls, it’s bad news being delivered.

In one hand is sports talk radio and in the other is the mystery prize.

The night sky and hidden jewels should twinkle less.

I could go on.

We consciously don’t look when a patron adjusts their cheetah pants.

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Mar 29

AKA

An actor's head shot signed in red, "See you in hell"

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Mar 28

Or Porthos?

a Beagle named Porthos as made famous on the TV series Star Trek: Enterprise

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Feb 4

Callie Garnett #twopageplustuesday

Macedonia Road

for Jess

I like music because I like sound
that makes me feel, said the Peloton instructor,
a former make-up artist, attentive to detail,
who knows not of me but pushed me hard
and never let me fall.

After,
as I crossed the grass, demented
from keeping time with my butt
I wondered, is it ok to just say to Jess
how much I love her energy?

What you drink / gets into your mouth / becomes saliva
You're alive
and all living drama takes place within a few vertical miles, totally scannable by the naked eye
except for tree frogs, which one rarely sees.

I took a long walk out country roads: down Reed where I’ve walked with Jess before,
turned onto Beale where the woods are thicker, had a little scare when a truck rolled by, unhurried.

It's a little confusing, isn't it, Jess (we can now acknowledge)?
To be a woman in her mid-thirties with a pretty cute ass
walking on the road alone at sundown
out of earshot — panic,
shame at the panic.

Some driveways have
a security system decal
screwed to a tree, one called CIA (the display is by subscription — you can just pay for the sign).

So happy birthday.

Anyway I turned around, walked back, turned onto Macedonia Road.

Suddenly bits of chat flew out of the quiet (first cocktails after months of isolation).
Don't go, said everyone ever.

It was like arriving at a party.

I made out a small man in hot pink shirt and shorts yelling
Shut up
with real ire at a pair of geese.

Birds were singing on every tree.
Tanagers, mostly, lined up on the boughs as the sunset
yellowed them the MORE.
All nature seemed inclined for
the dimming wall before a rest, and

I thought of the 1972 bestseller,
The Secret Life of Plants, a work of dubious science beloved by poets,
where the flowers and tomatoes took lie detector tests,
admitted they were really sylphs
hoping to move out West.

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Jan 31

A screencap from the episode "Bad Blood" of The X-Files; Mulder says, "I was drugged!" before a meeting with his boss, Skinner

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Jan 29

Spring 2024 Jimmy Fallon Book Club Winner

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Jan 18

Callie Garnett #smallpoemsunday

from "Coke 257"

I am of the chosen b/c Recognition for
my layover.

“Poets are ludicrous.
And the best people I know” will be
my epigraph, or “Language is…” blah
blah … a valiant “those who dare to
compose”—O shame—I’m of the
chosen b/c Shock of Recognition in
my mother’s moist eye, not of
her (ick now The Shins?) but bigger
Hers like me…

of course let it not be
enough shock to kill her. She’ll say
shock away, I want to dance until my
spirits freeze.

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Jan 15

"The Whale is Red: A Neo-Marxist Interpretation of Moby Dick."

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Jan 4

JJ Rowan (birthday yesterday!) & me #smallpoemsunday

iii.

got up to drive the car into the lakebed / got down
to my tears in sludge. once again mud can also
make a berm. weather colors weather like any
other bad company in its own goddamn way.
i had a sandal tan for two years and was never
embarrassed. the first day it rained i didn’t own
an umbrella. my sabbatical lasted well into baseball
season and after the bicentennial parade.
march me to the puddle where i promise i’ll know
the rest. the forecast said whip around, what’s over
there. the last day it rained i just stood there, no
matter, my sneakers had been wet for hours:
red carapaces splitting open like rotten cherries,
knotted stems caught in a storm drain.

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Dec 24

Mary Ruefle #twopageplustuesday

A POEM BY DEAN YOUNG

Don't think for one fucking instant
that I don't have a broken heart.
The man in briefs in an infinite sea
believes there is no subconscious
nor is he aware tempora exists.
Don't think I have not eaten
in the most beautiful Chinese restaurant
in the world. Don't think I have not written
on the walls of my bathtub.
Don't think I have not poisoned a snail.
Don't think I haven't ignited
the sulfur of the fortune teller.
Of course I have written a poem by Dean Young!
More than once I have written a poem by Dean Young.
More than once I have left them by your gate.
More than once I have stuffed the eucalyptus leaves
in your mouth. More than once I have lived,
more than once I have died because of it.
I love you. This remarkable statement
has appeared on earth to substantiate the clams.
Perhaps now we can reach an agreement in the Himalayas,
returning shortly thereafter as gods, the kind kind
largely ignored by larger and more sensitive organisms.
Don't think I wasn't shocked when
you were a traffic signal
and I a woodpecker.

--Mary Ruefle

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Dec 20

Old dude parked behind me and said, “I like your car. And I like you, too!”

The back window of my Pontiac Vibe with a yellow sticker with purple text: “My car is ugly, but then, I’m ugly too”

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Nov 26

CURTAIN

The morning sky’s dull curtain doesn’t quite touch the floor.

Someone has just left a room without turning off the lights!

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Nov 23

Arda Collins #smallpoemsunday

Shaded Road

My life seems short and uninteresting

but I like it.

Oh, this is something only I see,

my mind’s short hop

back to where I had been,

a young, smiling, rounded face,

lonely and afraid.

Really though,

where am I?

A spool of thread,

the garden in the alley, evening,

dim as it courses

through my ears,

blood from stars.

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Nov 18

A small press editor looking at my manuscript like

Buffy Summers saying, "Wow. That's a lot of poems."

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Nov 5

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Nov 2

Sabrina's love interest in Sabrina the Teenage Witch making a squinty face and saying, "I think I'm suffering from post-traumatic trick-or-treat syndrome."

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Oct 29

The cover of Belle & Sebastian’s If You’re Feeling Sinister; a woman sits, her head in her hand; a tattered copy of Kafka’s The Fall is beside her; there’s a red filter over the image

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Oct 29

MEC couldn't have been thinking of the governor when he wrote this...or was he?

Sprezzatura

To put your nose so far up another’s ass
that your ears bend,
your eyes water,
your heels lift off the ground
a bit, as you press in there
so hard you do something
permanent to your cheekbones.
It’s the nature of Nature.
It’s a mysterious talking bow being lifted—
the bowstring being drawn
(two callused fingers)
and tall grasses, flattened by the wind.

Nate Logan@airbudhockey· Sep 23

citation: @alinapleskova.bsky.social

The greeting "Shanah Tovah!" followed by an emoji of a honeypot; the cover of the Mariah Carey CD single for "Honey" is below the text - Carey is smiling and looking to the viewer's left, as if she just threw back her hair

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