Thursday, April 07, 2022

The Game of the Earth

—Poetry by J. D. Nelson, Colorado
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of Joe Nolan, Stockton, CA

a fish using stars to win a wheel

on the largest of the normal earths
the crawling egg of the saint

               loosening the slime

the trash in the glass cube
the complete head of the loose book

       some twine
       a twinge

the eye of the wilkes and that boone
the game of the earth was a happening

the mocha of the sledding saint

this is the shape of the milk:

“cool idea,” said the kipper named anthro
murph is the clover on planet paul

when I was an earthling
I was the popcorn ball master

        that old ice
        the new bruise

on the serious island
a bat is better

the circular washing machine parable of nine mile corner

were you the plural ice?
half of the fish was a coupon

learning of the trees
on your personal earth

an old, creaky lake
the bat of the battery

the motor of the seventh
the pear of perth

skitter : a potion of marsh lung

I’m in a silver trash heap
I’m in a golden garden

my liver is the coin of the comet
I’m carrying a quarter

I’m chewing the gum of the beginning

        this is the gum tree
        this is the name of the lost world

I’m an old, feathered baby
I have this candle to keep

I am the building code
I could be a tree

I am the complete nothing
I have that joy


terrapin logo

nodule marketplace
chapter of beef

the baked apple of the lemon
my own knight shirley

garbage crown milk
the whim of the falling self

we know of the window
the known art capsule

without that collapse
we get it



a bubble announces the velvet
we compare aspens with the golden gnome

       upset unless
       we are the apple

       so upset

the turning worm
the neptune alliance



Today’s LittleNip:

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

—Margaret Atwood,
Bluebeard’s Egg


Fasten your seat belts; J. D. is back! J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory in Colorado. His poetry has appeared in many small press publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including
Cinderella City (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). His poem, “to mask a little bird” was nominated for Best of the Net in 2021. J. D. first appeared in Medusa’s Kitchen on August 12, 2021 ( Visit for more information and links to his published work. Welcome back, J. D., and don’t be a stranger!

•••Tonight (Thursday, 4/7) at 7pm, Poetry Night Reading Series in Davis presents Julia Levine and Frank Gaspar at John Natsoulas Gallery, 521 1st St., Davis, CA. Open mic after the readers (one chosen text or three minutes). Host: Dr. Andy Jones. Info: Please mask your vaccinated selves before entering the Gallery. No matter what the CDC or Yolo County has announced, we ask that you wear your mask inside the Natsoulas Gallery.





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