J. D. Nelson
J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. 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. Visit MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado. He recommends Defenders of Wildlife.
I’m sailing in the moonstream
I’m walking with the white noise feet
we can hear the sunshine
nothing in the tree is a secret
make a solar contribution
make curtains from a hemp parachute
one of those people with a lantern
dressing up like a llama
water is the luxury to print a cookie
would you butter a letter?
mary is the magdalene of the soft hands
the paper is the laugh
you could see the blue in there
read for the blind birds of prey
we will sink into the marsh slowly
then we will be a part of everything
I wanted to explore the afterlife with my characters, I wanted to let myself fully free, while still tense in the form of literature I have chosen to lock myself into. The death of the world, the death of the ego, the death of the self, the death of god.
to be the wrong king
the bark in berry amounts and blessing
that sad friend in the lumber yard
that miracle frown to bless the kingship soccer
the move from human to earthling
cheddar dump was a lightning spore
when the dreams come down
the shaking of the language to go
in thin dime situations,
it is best to remain calm
a found flannel ensures warmth
you are a smaller version of yourself
