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J.D. Nelson

Dessèrt de Noël au poivre


in den heiligen nächten


earthbrain was the ghost of christmas pepper

following a course set one thousand years before bread


the angel on top of the tree is serious

I am the rushing water and the puddings


let’s see how they shine

the raisins and crackers bearing mold


I am the heart of the green

in the eye of a snowman


we open gifts in the forest

in the shade of the aluminum tree


my present (a green clock)


hanging here is a spider web

in the good of winter


in my stocking there is a cake

I stand with that frustrated santa


shouting for the elves

and now a clam or supperfish


in a pie of flowers

splendid with your chimera


the rising smoke of the lord

balancing a swift particle


tinsel, automatically

smiling for dots candy


the morning of the tree


are you a rushing winter boar?

a satellite? an oxfordian?


I learned of the boardroom donkey

I walked a mile in the snow for a funnel cake


a smattering of turkey gel

the kids in their morning snow nest


the walrus paste is the shy grace of the new planet

culture could cork that snowballed feather


a golden candlestick dinner

the crown of the king is all over the news




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 for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.

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