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About Me

I write poetry and don't shoot dope.
A little over eighteen months ago I pulled the needle out of my arm and now I pass my time working in an air duct factory (no really), drinking coffee until it makes me feel uncomfortable, and smoking hand rolled cigarettes. On any day at any time I range somewhere between a walking disaster and a walking inspiration, and oh yeah I kick just a little more ass than your average Jo.
I like that shit up there so im going to keep it. These days however I find myself as a full time student at PCC: Sylvania, a part time parking ticket writer at PCC: Cascade and a young man dedicated to the idea that a person should never stop growing mentally, emotionally, and spiritually (which is all i've ever really wanted in my life).

My Interests

Heroes:

My little brother cody. A few days ago I wrote in my journal that "My little brother cody is the most prolific creator that I know" Almost everything he does makes me feel something and I cant say that about very many people. I was there (more or less) for most of his life and there where whole chunks of it that where less than a party and yet he comes out of all of it with amazing perspective. One of my favorite things to say about cody is that first god created me, and then he fixed a few flaws and came up with cody.

My Blog

Less ambitious fun

So, I have been taking on gigantic, ambitious works of poetry splendor, but this weekend I took a break. This means a bunch, in this case five, new poems that are not particularly ambitious, but...
Posted by Nick Nash on Sun, 13 May 2007 11:39:00 PST

Two years off the needle

It has been two years now since I have had to stick a needel in my arm or take a drink. In six days it will be the six month anniversary of Kurtis's death, and the intensity of the fact that I a...
Posted by Nick Nash on Sat, 12 May 2007 12:43:00 PST

Pen & Ink

I have been meditating on ink for a while and this is what I came up with. --Nick Pen & Ink Blue I am writing this poem on white rice paper, thin, and...
Posted by Nick Nash on Wed, 09 May 2007 08:53:00 PST

two poems

It's been a while. Here are two more poems for you. They are not connected unless you want them to be. --Nick. a napkin that I imagine myself an old man: Rail skinny...
Posted by Nick Nash on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:00:00 PST

Juxtapose with You

Juxtapose with You 1. I would just like to juxtapose with you, but the you I'm talking to changes day by day. 2. I want a little gi...
Posted by Nick Nash on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 03:16:00 PST

Ghosts and Whispers

Being ever the prolific poet I have two (mostly new) collections ready to go up. I was trying to decide if I wanted to post them both or just post one, and wait a while, and then post the other....
Posted by Nick Nash on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 03:10:00 PST

A Tear and a Smile

A Tear and a Smile A Tear I think that I will missyou most little brother inthe spring, as eventhe macabre idea thatthe hair grows after death has in you beenhalted after j...
Posted by Nick Nash on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 03:18:00 PST

This girl I know

If you are hoping that I will run out of poetry soon it will be best to quit hoping. ; ;&n...
Posted by Nick Nash on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 05:31:00 PST

I just work here

I just work here 1. San Francisco Embarcadero it was a new year now and from above or from the crowd I heard somebody shout out "I believe in Jesus and peac...
Posted by Nick Nash on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 01:02:00 PST

this may not be as cool as you think it's going to be

I do this thing now. It's called poetry. Please excuse me subjecting you all to it so ruthlessly, but here you go. Tell me what you think (even if what you t...
Posted by Nick Nash on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 04:14:00 PST