45 years of Nate’s poetry packaged up into one teeny tiny little web site. Most are from the past 10 years, but I also have some really old stuff that I found recently. Some of them may need to be transcribblized, so I’ll do that below.
Nate always told me that if anything ever happened to him, he wanted me to share his poetry with the world. So here’s poem number one. I don’t know what else to say except that now I feel a little sick to my stomach.
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(Transcription)
Piano keys are petals
And the memory plays
The wind in the autumn
Reminisce those summer days
And the cold depression of February
Douses the summer sun’s blaze
Motivation is on the horizon
Of this endless hell
But you’ve dulled your senses
It’s only this hell you smell
And when the robin flies
The promise exists, but not in your eyes
You carry the burden of depressive lows
And those manic highs
And high is low
As low pulls down even harder
Your black wrath is ever poetic
Just evil and negative the same
The strings…still, and vibrating
Play the song of solemn pain
Again and again and again
peace in the tipi 
Wow- just wow. This website is so wonderful, Carolyn. It will be a great place for everyone that loves you and loves Nate to share their feelings, read some excellent poetry, and celebrate love, friendship, and especially Nate. Love you so much!
Beautiful and painful… What a wonderful tribute you are paying to Nate, and a wonderful gift you are giving the world by sharing his work. I am looking forward to reading more and learning more about Nate on a new level. Love you <3
this is a good thing, Caroline. Beautiful, hard. Love you.
CF: This is sad and beautiful. He communicated clearly through his words. I’m glad you did this.
this is just awesome! I know Nate is just a smiling! WOOFF!!!!
Thanks for sharing, Carolyn.
Junior
simply beautiful. thank you for creating this site to share something nate created.
Good old friend.
Beautiful.
I hear the strings vibrating.
Thank you.
<3
… oh, keep sharing Carolyn… I cannot imagine what you have gone through, and I only met Nate a few times, but I can’t think of anything that would show more love, compassion, respect and tribute than what you are doing with Nate’s works. You’re letting him live on and reach others by sharing his soul and carrying out his wishes. It’s beautiful.