—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
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
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
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
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
myco-frazier
a bubble announces the velvet
we compare aspens with the golden gnome
upset unless
we are the apple
hawk
so upset
the turning worm
the neptune alliance
ox
oy
oz
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Today’s LittleNip:
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
—Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard’s Egg
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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 (medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2021/08/water-is-cool-dream.html). Visit MadVerse.com 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: www.facebook.com/events/494972288791114/?ref=newsfeed/. 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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—Medusa
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