The Maynard
Spring 2015

Nate Maxson


Occasionally I’ll sit on the toilet for a long period of time

Thinking about all the dead elephants that have ever been

And all the polar bears out there trapped on melting icebergs too

Becoming less possible/ receding extinction event like floating away on a boat with no motor

Sherlock Holmes’ theory of bullshit: when the possible extinguishes itself, what’s left but a suspicion of your own lack of control?

I am The Thinker, or didn’t you know?

Burnt bronze and a fear of skin cancer on the throne

All their ivory graveyards are out there somewhere (perhaps frozen in daguerreotypes rather than the accepted methods of preservation)

The edge of great machinery/ it’s a menagerie in here

We never forget