Nathan Miller

A response to Maggie Jaszczak

Left

there is plenty of summer left

there is plenty of summer

left

     there is plenty

     of summer left

     there is plenty of

  summer left

there is

    plenty

  of summer

               left

        there

     is

   plenty

         of summer

     left there

  is plenty of

         summer left

there is plenty of summer left

there is plenty of summer

Place de la Concorde

 

Ferris wheel stops

slice in a moment

of incandescent youth

resting in cradle sways

of movement anticipated

away and back to beginnings

left behind in darkest July

but here a moment to taste

an orbital pause of roulette spin

apexual transcendence held,

lever clicks goodbye

a breath of firework breeze

pulling upward through

silent bearing calm

metal fills small voids

between sweating palms

and kettle corn bursts

of blue night memory

Arrangements

the saddest of these must go

the saddest of

    these must go

  the saddest of these

               must go

 

just pluck off dead leaves and rinse

 

the saddest

    of these must go

the saddest of these must go

  the saddest of these must

              go

 

just p l u c k off deadleaves and rinse

 

the saddest of these must go

the saddest

    of these

        must go

          the

          saddest

          of

          these

          must

          go

 

just pluck off

           dead leaves

                   and rinse

 

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Process Notes

I am fascinated with the use of texture and sense of decay in Maggie Jaszksakc's pieces. “Left” was written after a conversation with my mother in the morning where she said that line in reference to my garden producing. The sculpture reminded me of oven mitts and nourishment, and also of mittens weathered in past winters.“Place de la Concorde” began as a poem with a visualization of a slice of a Ferris wheel I felt in Jaszkzac’s piece, and became something more.“Arrangements” came from seeing both hair combs and flower arranging frogs in the prompt, and then tidying up a small flower bouquet in my dining room the day I wrote the piece.

Nathan Miller

Nathan Miller is an undergraduate creative writing student at the University of Iowa, and is originally from rural Western Pennsylvania.