Nate Brantingham — The Monarch Review
The Carpenter-Poet – Nate Brantingham
Monday, May 2, 2016 10:40 — 3 Comments
His hands are huge— tools and boards, sheetrock and girders have roughed his hands with thick calluses. He has built houses and refurbished stores. Half of Pike Place Market has seen his hands on the walls. Before it opens, he knocks on a roll-up door, muffling the smells of a bakery. The door opens barely a foot and a cinnamon roll appears. This man will return the next day as he has always done. Again he is told to come back tomorrow and the cycle continues. But those too-thick hands, I know they hold books during lunch break, some written […]
Google Autocomplete Poem – Nate Brantingham
Monday, August 17, 2015 10:10 — 1 Comment
This is the type of poem you look at happening for a moment and then immediately situate yourself so you can see the whole thing transpire. The questions asked here are the ones we ask ourselves - questions about appearance, God, family. The piece plays with doubt, but the sort of doubt that arrises within an accusatory society living and breathing all around. How do we fit in? And does poetry have any place left? Nate Brantingham turns the simple and common, here, into beautiful art that lasts in our minds, transforming these moments of doubt into moments of community.
Two Stories – Nate Brantingham
Thursday, June 13, 2013 11:15 — 1 Comment
Mourning from the End of TimeÂ
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
