Dan Nave : Writing

The Performance

The Performance

A Story by Dan Nave


I sit in an empty room, there I am facing the attraction of all my attention. This accordion player before me sits with her eyes closed. I examine the..
Branch Blade.

Branch Blade.

A Poem by Dan Nave


The life of a unnamed blade of myth.
My thoughts sometimes.

My thoughts sometimes.

A Story by Dan Nave


I don't write for any one person in particular most of the time, and for the time being it has seemed to satiate me. I once used to spend much of my t..
Darkness of the Mind

Darkness of the Mind

A Poem by Dan Nave


Somewhat Horror but not really.
Hurtful Beauty

Hurtful Beauty

A Poem by Dan Nave


Your morning scowl is beautiful despite what I may have thought in the moment of seeing you. Your glance forces mine away. I'm weary of you yet curiou..
Overdose

Overdose

A Poem by Dan Nave


What I write the morning after accidentally taking one too many pain killers.
The Horrors I see.

The Horrors I see.

A Poem by Dan Nave


Things that don't seem very scary to some people are horrifying to me.