The Whisper Gallery
by Nate Maxson
You could not ask for a more frightening, moving opener to a poetry collection than the way “Preemptive Strike” begins Nate Maxson’s collection The Whisper Gallery. As far as Maxson is concerned, poems like “The Divine Comedy,” “The Titanic Sails At Dawn,” and “Spontaneous Genesis” are not just machinations on the ghosts in the machines, they are detailed accounts of the fallen empires, ruined cities, and haunted religions that exist in every brick and busted streetlight to be found in our doomed, hysterically comical world. Simply put, The Whisper Gallery is troubling food for thought combined with the kind of entertainment that creates considerable empathy for the details inherent in a widespread, slow-burn breakdown of all things. It is Maxson’s finest work to date.
—Gabriel Ricard, author of Clouds Of Hungry Dogs
I love Nate Maxson’s poems—intense, visceral, devious. He’s the boy your parents didn’t want you to play with, the poet they warned you about. The dark one, endlessly inventive and slightly bent. “When you’re inside, you’re not supposed to know/You’re inside/And inside/All things are possible.”— "Sleeping Beauty.exe.” Being inside a Nate Maxson poem is always an adventure in possibility. This collection rocks!
—Alexis Rhone Fancher, Poetry Editor, Cultural Weekly,
author of How I Lost My Virginity to Michael Cohen
Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. He was born in Cleveland, Ohio in the later part of the 20th century. He discovered poetry as a boy the way other people find religion or drugs and hasn’t looked back since. He is the author of several other collections of poetry including “I Wished For A Serpent” and “The Age Of Jive”. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.