"Write hard and clear about what hurts."
--Earnest Hemingway
With his biting, self-referential words, Nathan Versaw waxes poetic on the harshness of daily life. His writing casts a suspiceye on topics like work, sex, legal drugs, parties, and the other things we do that aren't worth doing. Extending a middle finger to life and death, he presents poems of torture and disgust.
Nathan says, "I'm twenty-five years old. I was born, raised, and cultivated in the Mormon mecca of the world, Salt Lake City, Utah. I am not Mormon. Currently, I work as a printing press operator.
"I think growing up and living in a conservative right-wing environment has geared my writing more towards the disassociated. I have a particular interest in writing involving isolated observation. My influences include: Bukowski, Henry Miller, Hemingway, Whitman, Ginsberg, Brautigan, Ferlinghetti, Thoreau, and Isidore Ducasse (Lautreamont). Besides writing I enjoy reading, drawing, and any sport you can do with a beer can in your hand. I encourage any comments/criticisms towards my work." You can reah him at nversaw@earthlink.net.
Nathan's works here at Unlikely Stories are:
2001:
I've lost something
Numerically inane
I fill my flask with problems