Nathan Valentine

Nathan Valentine writes from life experiences and clinical work, often feeling like he's lived one too many lives. A Californian by blood and a clinician by trade, his work threads together cigarette ash memories, grief-laced love stories, and the long road home he keeps swearing he’ll stop taking. His poems often explore masculinity, memory, rupture, and the sacred weight of what we survive.

Four Miles Past

By Nathan Valentine / February 9, 2026

Out of town, four miles past– two mallardssing a rippled trance. Greenhead Drakescoots among cattailed reeds,

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