Elon, the Artists
How I Found My Voice
I plucked shards of it out of my face. It poured into me from the sea. It ran over me like a bus. I inhaled it from old books. Dogs and cats taught it to me, while owls told me nothing. I read it in the entrails of clouds. The rain used a river to bring it to me. I sucked it off the tongue of the second girl I kissed. I drank it in another girl’s tear. This is how I found my voice.
I am the noise, I am the noise, I am the noise that speaks.
Nathan D. Horowitz says, “I’m from Ann Arbor but lived in Ecuador, Austria, and Kansas before settling in Baltimore with my wife and teenager. I’ve published three volumes of Ecuadorian fiction in translation and one translation of an ethnography. TEDEd made a video out of a myth I translated. My work has also been published in the Ann Arbor Observer, Bay to Ocean Journal, Cenacle, Driesch, Eat The Storms Podcast, Fudoki, GAS: Poetry, Art & Music, Global City Review, Kritya, Maquina Combinatoria, McQueen’s Quinterly, Michigan Quarterly Review, Ooteoote, Poetripiados, Psychedelic Press UK, Qarrtsiluni, San Diego Poetry Annual, WordCityLit, and The Woven Tale.”