{"id":469,"date":"2012-11-13T02:24:16","date_gmt":"2012-11-13T02:24:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/poetry\/?p=469"},"modified":"2012-11-13T02:24:16","modified_gmt":"2012-11-13T02:24:16","slug":"4-poems-by-nathan-hauke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2012\/11\/13\/4-poems-by-nathan-hauke\/","title":{"rendered":"4 Poems by Nathan Hauke"},"content":{"rendered":"

Falling is all edges<\/strong><\/p>\n

The sensation of falling\t<\/p>\n

Mute in the grass\u2014<\/del><\/p>\n

Thoreau: Nothing in nature makes noise.<\/em><\/p>\n

Abandoned chicken house in the holler
\nso contaminated it would have to be burned; then, buried.
\nInstead, just sits there since the early eighties.
\nSweet clover and wild carrot along the road, honeysuckle.
\nNo one says you\u2019re healed, but you want to be.
\nAddiction cleaves to the few twigs
\nbroken off, floating downstream \t<\/p>\n

Family garden across the river from where we sit
\nwith coffee cups full of whiskey <\/p>\n

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\nA piece of string in the leaves<\/strong><\/p>\n

Green leak of treatment out of the softening boards
\nBuoy made from an empty bottle of detergent
\nRough strip of moonlight pasted over the end of the dock
\nSurface tension of the face in the mirror
\nas you close the medicine cabinet
\n:: Turn towards the one you love
\nBefore morning light turns your eyes into ash<\/p>\n

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\nAfter the parade, <\/strong><\/p>\n

Hank Williams (\u201cI Saw the Light\u201d).
\nFiddle stomping goddamn joyful oil spill.
\nSong about The Civil War, Sun Drop Cola,
\n\u201cGo seek some happy Northern girl
\nfor to be your wife.\u201d Chorus:<\/em> \u201cThree cheers
\nfor the Southern girls and the boys they threw away.<\/del>\u201d
\nRangy jack pines homesick for your laugh.
\nLittle girl in orange chasing a rabbit across the grass
\ncalls the rabbit by name, but I can\u2019t hear it.
\nWhippoorwill. <\/p>\n

Song for the river Jordan: \u201cSome of these days\/ hallelujah.
\nI\u2019m going to sit down by my Jesus.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\nSketch<\/strong><\/p>\n

        Loose black sheet plastic
\nFlapping beneath Aspen<\/em> little white flowers wasted in extravagance
\nPink threads of cloud wasted in broken glass bottleneck
\nThe sweet smell of bread in the air
\nFrom the Wonderbread factory the way Thoreau would put his ear
\nup against the telegraph pole<\/p>\n

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\nNathan Hauke<\/strong> was born and raised in rural Michigan. His first book, In the Marble of Your Animal Eyes<\/em>, is forthcoming from Publication Studio. He is also the author of chapbooks: Honeybabe, Don\u2019t Leave Me Now<\/em> (forthcoming from Horse Less Press), S E W N <\/em>(Horse Less Press 2011), and In the Living Room <\/em>(Lame House Press 2010). His poetry has most recently been published in American Letters & Commentary, Dusie, Peaches and Bats, Real Poetik, Spittoon, Typo<\/em>, and We Are So Happy To Know Something<\/em>. Two of his poems, \u201cDeerfield (1)\u201d<\/em> and \u201cA Surface. A Shore or Semi-transparency of Glass,\u201d<\/em> were selected to be a part of The Arcadia Project Anthology<\/em> that GC Waldrep and Joshua Corey are editing for Ahsahta Press (forthcoming 2012). He co-edits Ark Press with Kirsten Jorgenson.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Falling is all edges The sensation of falling Mute in the grass\u2014 Thoreau: Nothing in nature makes noise. Abandoned chicken house in the holler so contaminated it would have to be burned; then, buried. Instead, just sits there since the early eighties. Sweet clover and wild carrot along the road, honeysuckle. No one says you\u2019re […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-469","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/469","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=469"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/469\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=469"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=469"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=469"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}