Nathan Davis
@mediapeople.bsky.social
Artist, designer, poet. TornFrames.com, nfile.co
Got some fun elements in swing. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/04/13/s...
Soul Singular (a poem)
Params, contracts, social and otherwise,
the bind of agreement,
the harmony,
the subversion of sentient creatures into a different system,
beyond society even,
at least in the terms—
think:
the single...
nathandavis.micro.blog
April 13, 2025 at 2:37 PM
Got some fun elements in swing. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/04/13/s...
New drop. Mood. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/31/d...
Down in a Dumpster (a poem)
What a world,
down in this dumpster.
The fire above—
I’m just gonna sink
deeper down
into this corner.
Forget the trash,
and thank God
for the secure walls
and cover.
Am I a prisoner or guest—
privile...
nathandavis.micro.blog
March 31, 2025 at 1:19 PM
New drop. Mood. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/31/d...
‘Blessed be the payload.’ A satirical peace, of course. Based on recent headlines and a collective dread. :) #digitalart
March 28, 2025 at 11:10 PM
‘Blessed be the payload.’ A satirical peace, of course. Based on recent headlines and a collective dread. :) #digitalart
The digital sandbox is so fun theses days.
March 28, 2025 at 11:50 AM
The digital sandbox is so fun theses days.
Another day, on the inside. :)
March 27, 2025 at 2:03 PM
Another day, on the inside. :)
Trying to prioritize Bluesky, sharing my poetry here. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/27/o...
March 27, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Trying to prioritize Bluesky, sharing my poetry here. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/27/o...
New Collage, Solo Leveling
March 27, 2025 at 12:40 AM
New Collage, Solo Leveling
Happy sunday, here’s a poem. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/16/m...
March 16, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Happy sunday, here’s a poem. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/16/m...
**Flat Spin**
what a lie, the desperation,
hijacking the trajectory we inherited—
a downward spiral,
a plummeting spirit,
the descending,
the earth opened up,
and this is hell come to swallow us.
in a flat spin,
talk to me, Goose,
i can't feel
a goddamn thing.
#poem
what a lie, the desperation,
hijacking the trajectory we inherited—
a downward spiral,
a plummeting spirit,
the descending,
the earth opened up,
and this is hell come to swallow us.
in a flat spin,
talk to me, Goose,
i can't feel
a goddamn thing.
#poem
March 14, 2025 at 5:15 PM
**Flat Spin**
what a lie, the desperation,
hijacking the trajectory we inherited—
a downward spiral,
a plummeting spirit,
the descending,
the earth opened up,
and this is hell come to swallow us.
in a flat spin,
talk to me, Goose,
i can't feel
a goddamn thing.
#poem
what a lie, the desperation,
hijacking the trajectory we inherited—
a downward spiral,
a plummeting spirit,
the descending,
the earth opened up,
and this is hell come to swallow us.
in a flat spin,
talk to me, Goose,
i can't feel
a goddamn thing.
#poem
From the day. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/14/a...
March 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
From the day. nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/14/a...
Pay day (a poem). nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/13/p...
Pay Day (a poem)
We just cleared 300 mil.
“Pay day, bitches!"
Dancing up top—gross profit.
Affordable for them? Apparently.
They survived it, didn’t they?
Maybe work a bit smarter, Bobby.
Go full shrewd. Take advantag...
nathandavis.micro.blog
March 13, 2025 at 12:44 PM
Pay day (a poem). nathandavis.micro.blog/2025/03/13/p...
Goodnight Bluesky.
March 12, 2025 at 1:51 AM
Goodnight Bluesky.
Good morning Bluesky. Peace.
March 8, 2025 at 1:19 PM
Good morning Bluesky. Peace.
