Max Nix

I don't claim to be Robert Frost or Emily Dickinson, but sometimes words can do what even drawing, painting, and photography can't. Not only is there a variety of styles but a variety of subjects. Some are sappy, some are snarky. Here are poems about sex, politics, and religion; death and aging, quiet moments and times of angst. Some of these poems are just about words.Here is my humble offering. Maybe you can relate to some of them.It's not much, or as they say in German, "max nix."