Nathan

Nathan Arburr is a student at SUNY OW in Old Westbury New York. He is currently studying English literature with a focus in multicultural literature. Outside of education he is an aspiring author working on several books spreading various genres. Coming from Connecticut he now lives in upstate New York with his mom, two cats, and dog whom he loves very much. He had studied at Akita International University in the fall semester having took creative writing. The following is some of his work from that semester. 

Blood Sweat & Tears

 Blood geysers to the surface as skin is rubbed

Tiny fragmenting pieces of wood splinter into stakes

slashing into the flesh, destroying the dam made of skin 

The hemorrhaging continues as I work—I strive

As the blood flows, and slowly falls down my arms

Like a twisted waterfall pooling at my feet

I stand in a puddle which continues to grow as I work

I do not stop. I never let a scab form

From a puddle, it turns into a creek

Then into a pond,

And finally a lake.

Though it will never become an ocean 

for my body is limited in what it can do

Despite this there is proof

proof of strife

Even as my blood dries it has already became

coalesced on the bottom of the pool

The deep crimson sinking deep into the ground like mycelium

It will never leave—what is done is done

Once the bleeding is over, you'll see what's left

A display of preservation

Expertly written satisfaction

Written from within, with blood

Rodentia

My beautiful black pearl 

able to see many views 

and pierce through the darkest of nights.

The coat warm and fuzzy 

envelopes my young through life  

teaching nurture, instinct, and fear.

We score a 105 

on the out-of-date scale 

beating larger species alike.

Bon appétit, my babes 

eat once more from my bosom. 

Au revoir because c’est la vie

Shadow of The Lighthouse

"Honey, where are you? It’s storming—it isn’t safe now…Lizzy is worried sick”

     In reality she couldn’t care at all, she was staring out the window of their home, out into the sea. Through the gloom and torrential rain the rotating glow of the lighthouse constantly cut through. The home was nestled underneath a sea-side cliff, it was irregular just like this night. 

”Yes, she is staring out the window…come on it isn’t time for games.”

     Something drew her to the window, her hand extended to the glass as she brought her face to the glass. The night was like a void until the lighthouse brought salvation. She could see again, the rocky shoal of their front yard. 

“Lizzy, come here, your dad wants to talk to you.”

     Margaret put her daughter on the phone, her back to the window. Longingly, she stares into the abyss of the night with the rotating light periodically blinding her.

“Daddy…?”

    As her daughter began to question the sudden disappearance of her father there was something outside the window before the line disconnected. A black lump soaring down from the cliff that may have been a bird.

No, it was too big.

It was too human.