Paul John NelsonBurnt and headless inside the dead present of the concentration camp.Goliath watches from Golgatha at his Amalek. Laughs like depraved denizens. Believes Nat Turner to be exactly the same as the Third Reich…Jun 1Jun 1
Paul John NelsonBoot crunch old snow along gravel like rallentando creaks of miniature thunder.Jan 21Jan 21
Paul John NelsonIf only I could write the world down in order to write it away.I think of the will of Cioran and then the will of Plath and remember that there is no dichotomy. Not enough of a similitude to compare…Mar 31, 2023Mar 31, 2023
Paul John NelsonCreativityWriting is like running bare through corridors and passages of a humid summer time midnight city. The body has butterflies before the soul…Mar 11, 20231Mar 11, 20231
Paul John NelsonDescriptionsA fine line can be translucent. What seems like a delicate balance can also be a fissure into a labyrinth within the story. Descriptions…Mar 11, 20231Mar 11, 20231
Paul John NelsonInterruptionStairs of oriented strand board and dead body drywall mud are the structure and archipelagoes in a storm of sanded dust that clings to…Dec 21, 20221Dec 21, 20221
Paul John NelsonManifoldShadows of the coniferous tree move across the extending tuxedo and tabby cat rip blinds covering the living room window. The distant…Dec 9, 2022Dec 9, 2022
Paul John NelsonMinus 40Wintering haze hoary dead soul flakes decorate the cracks of burnt bark finger trees upon the empty Parliament walking path. It’s like the…Dec 8, 2022Dec 8, 2022