Seven Untitled Monostichs



patter onus peach I’d name dust


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opine, etheric soursphinx! I AM


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at dusk what if pirate einkorn?


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of suns set forth o allied orgone axis


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please neatly bee star lamb anchor


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limping ice cold velveeta beet sprite


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dumpty erstwhile now not whey


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bio/graf

J. D. Nelson is the author of eleven print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *purgatorio* (wlovolw, 2024). His first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA.

he was a scorpion sting away from a desert metanoia




Night rain on Windsor Avenue
sycamore trees awash
in their own perfume 




the others haven't arrived, the silver maple waits with me



he doesn't think they'll put snow fences up this year



the tough knots of self-entanglement




the dog has found his spot




contemplating the potential lethality of today's activities 




football fields where I put my dinosaurs down for naps



teaching me to pronounce Demosthenes



say, Ethiopia, three times...
I've been doing it
all day!


Don Juan's Reckless Daughter's here, 
and we get wine delivered
to the front door



pale green kitchen archive of shuffling slippers across the linoleum floor




joining the general fate of all five-hour bus riders

Du’a

We have a tree near our house

With no root

But it spreads its arms over our home

In his body He has a pain

And that pain has a roof And that roof

Of pain does not have tears

I put up my hands of du’a

Over his body To give a root

That he doesn’t have

For a new life transpires

Pain again

This world is full of pain

Nothing but pain In our heart we cry In the face 

We are alive

I spread my hands

To go away from the pain Along with its darkness

To make happiness come over.

You evil devil

You evil devil, you keep me on your ways

I try not to be persuaded 

But you keep on poisoning my heart One day, my only one voice

Will kill all the evils

Through prayer and good works.

This world

This world is nothing but a dream Like the brain of the devil Touching the heart of a good soul

We are humans 

We are not the devil 

We have a pinch sympathy within our chests

Block the bad desires with yourprayers

Block them with salutations 

And let peace rule your existence 

TIME IS IN COMA

The time is dead,

This time has paused,

Time has resigned from the body of this world, Time will be buried by non”o’clock , So now we shall write the time and reconstruct our deeds, because time was just in 

Mahmud Dzukogi is an artist, photographer and poet.

ANOTHER TRUMP GRIEVANCE

                  In Springfield, they’re eating the dogs!

                        These immigrants truly are hogs—

                        they’re eating our pets!

                        Pose scandalous threats!

                        It’s true! It’s on teen-agers’ blogs.

                       

MERCY AND SALVATION

My soul rests beside the waters of your heart. It’s stillness which brings me contentment and faith. I have not lacked the faith You placed within me since childhood. It was a time of prayer and reflection to watch the candle of your presence on the altar. I have prayed to You and praised You for decades. It’s with profound humility I kneel at the altar of lights, remembering many times that I sought to be close to Your Heavenly Kingdom, Your Kingdom
has fulfilled all my needs and wants. I seek nothing more than your Holy son Jesus Christ to reside with my soul. Prayer: My Father, Creator of all that is good, please accept my prayer that I may continue in Your Being for it is Your grace that gives me a sense of presence of your love for me.

SEEKING GOD’S KINGDOM ON EARTH
A Psalm-inspired prayer for leaving the earthly world for God’s Kingdom: “My heart is set on heaven, my soul long to fly, to leave this earthly world, and touch the sky, I yearn for God’s Kingdom,...What does it mean to seek God’s Kingdom, To follow His Holy Son Jesus? This is the life I’m prepared to seek and leave behind confusion, chaos, and hate. My joy, hope, or contentment. I have this hope and I have a future.” “As I grow in the Spirit of God, I experience joy, hope and contentment. I find continued joy, compassion and hope because the scriptures say that God has plans to give me a hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11 I have this hope and I have a future in Christ Jesus.
Prayer: Hear my plea my Heavenly Father, I kneel and bow my head in obedience, to live a life that is filling my mind, heart, and soul. I contemplate about a life you have given me since childhood. These memories give me solace. I give you praise and thanksgiving for I have Salvation and Redemption.

lost my moo after 100,000 moos

hooves prod through a squeeze shoot

freeze branded my left flank at -89^{o c}

pierced my nostril with a metal ring

cows know who they are

don’t need no number *M899312

NOW-WOW-POW-HOLY COW

cows moo who they are

born a Jersey cow

bull keep your pizzle away from my vulva

moo Moo MOOOOOOOOOOOOVE

Red Angus’ would a cow jump over the moon?

Simmentals moo over the moon

Texas Longhorns jump hurdles

Shorthorns jump long

Charolais volt poles

Limosin jump high

Brown Swiss model for Swiss Miss

Herefords graze alfalfa

HOLSTEINS CHARGE the CORRAL

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Robert Fleming is a visual poet from Lewes, DE. He is a founding/contributing editor of Old Scratch Press and a contributing editor to the digital magazine Instant Noodles. His books are White Noir, and Con-Way in 4 in 1, #4. He is an award-winning writer and artist: 2022 San Gabriel Valley California-broadside, 2021 Best of Mad Swirl poetry; nominations: 2023 Blood Rag Poet, Delaware Press: poem: 3^rd place and three mentions, and two Pushcart and two Best of the Net nominations. https://www.facebook.com/robert.fleming.5030