Bruce Holsapple and Nate Maxson Poetry Reading

A poetry which inhabits, rather than announces, its themes; an account of what happens to a self as it becomes the materials it perceives; a poetry the register of that becoming; and a poetry determined by the tracks it has left behind, its melancholy tempered by a species of stoic wit. A series of variations and transformations, and a poetry supple enough to constantly undermine its own assertions and formal procedures: syntax disappearing and reappearing at will, lyric becoming colloquial, stanzas behaving like haiku, narrative becoming elegy. A poetry of reckoning and witness, a perceiving of perception: attention has rarely attended to its own strategies with such deliberation, and rarely have the objects of the world been the subject of such intensive and meticulous scrutiny.
— Marten Clibbens, author of Sonet; Sequence and Veterans Day

Bruce Holsapple grew up in rural Maine in the 1950s. He currently lives in Magdalena, New Mexico, kindling a “wobbly little self” & scribbling, scribbling.

https://manzanomountainreview.com/bruce-holsapple-rain

Nate Maxson

In Maps to the Vanishing, Nate Maxson is the cartographer who guides us through the labyrinthine nature of our impermanent existence. In these poems, we lose ourselves within the shifting geographies of memory and history. Under “the shadow of the sound and the shadow of the weight,” Maxson asks us to peep the comet and listen for the echo over the remnants of all the landscapes in this universe. From Caravaggio to imperialism, physics to Stradivari, Mars to Maxson’s own past, he pushes us to consider “what we might be willing to burn if it meant we could remember.
— James Croal Jackson, author of Our Past Leaves

Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. The author of several collections of poetry, he lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

https://www.riverheronreview.com/nate-maxon