Nathaniel Bellows
I am the author of three books: ON THIS DAY: A Novel, WHY SPEAK?: Poems, and NAN, a novel-in-stories.
More about my work--writing, visual arts, music--here: www.nathanielbellows.com
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Rabbits
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Poetry: “Photograph: Twin Albino Fawns” by Nathaniel Bellows
Indistinguishable from the snow
they stand on and from each
other, they gamely eat the set-
out pellets, unaware of being
watched. Captured.
I see their
heads over the hearth of that
house, where I’s read by the fire:
a child’s story of a white stag,
hunted, prized for…I don’t
know what I thought then, but
now I know: For a beauty we
don’t deserve. -
This is me, tired, in the airport in Europe: flight back to the US canceled. (Edit: I eventually got home.)
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Thank You cards
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Just outside my door…
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“His mind is gone. But not like her—not like his sister. She is angry—horrible. He is…he is lost. Very sad. Like his heart was broken.”
Chapter 13 of my literary gothic mystery ghost story, THE UNWELCOME, is up! To read from the beginning, click HERE. I’d love to hear what you think.
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A room with a view…
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I like loose ends. It’s part of my creativity. I don’t think I exist really as a person, particularly. I really don’t, and I’d rather not.
— Andrew Wyeth, “The Two Worlds of Andrew Wyeth: Kuerners and Olsons.” -
Self portraits with jet lag.
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“Though I could barely see more than a few feet in front of me, I knew without a doubt that someone was moving along the perimeter of the room, slowly coming toward me.”
—Chapter 12 of The Unwelcome, a literary gothic novel set in Maine.
