



---------------------------------------------------------------------- to try harder i usually have to be pretty fucking close to drunk off my ass to try to talk to any beautiful woman i don't know i remember a night in a club back in my twenties where i approached this gorgeous black woman and said some gibberish she laughed and told me to try harder i laughed and said something stupid enough to make her smile and tell me to go get her a drink when i came back she was making out with some other guy apparently, i wasn't drunk enough for the beer muscles to kick in but i did enjoy her amaretto sour ----------------------------------------------------------------- the locusts happiness is one of those rare events anymore i treat it like a comet or the locusts it's not what i want in my life, but i suppose it's just the way it is they say money can't buy happiness well guess what neither can being poor ---------------------------------------------- in cowboy boots drove past a woman mowing her grass in cowboy boots i smiled got home to find my grass being cut by the cousin that molested me as a child i don't think you'd call this a smile -------------------------------------------------------- the lines of pain trace the lines of pain on this broken face the sweet caress of your bloody fingers may it be the last thing i remember -------------------------------------------------- looking for trouble it's been years since i went out drinking looking for trouble the last time that happened i was taking a girl to go buy crack at seven in the morning after a long night of drinking and fucking around in some strip clubs looking back i probably should have had her buy some for me J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Rye Whiskey Review and The Asylum Floor. He has a new book out with Casey Renee Kiser from RaVenGhost Press, Altered States of The Unflinching Souls. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
Avianics
Slightly south. Woolwash
Lagoon. This is the black
swans’ waterspace. Their
movement full of grace,
calming, better than yoga
or deep breathing. & across
the water two raptors, prob-
ably black-tailed kites, para-
llel paths & then a sudden
plunge, swirling, turning &
turning in the gyre, a perfect
double helix courting ritual.
They near the ground. Any
smaller bird goes running.
Children may resist the bug to experi-
ment at times & get adult authority
but their great rental yield is
inspirational & transformational
so I Entreaty for Your Collaboration
in Reception of a Help validating &
prioritizing old-growth forest remnants
& never went to the authorities.
My agonist aunt writes
To dampen the effect of sex
pheromones on the mixperson
when making a cake concoction
from backyard grasses & pain-
reducing medicines, it is often
efficacious to include infusions
of green tea with bee honey &
Citrus limonum to reduce any
antagonism &/or destructive
conflict arising in nearby gynes.
An / epic art / fraudster tells all
Here in the Tampa Bay area, the
big-eyed children — alluring,
at times unbelievable — deliver
a musical version of caveat emptor,
swinging easily into the melody
even though their grasp on the
words is a bit rough at times &
the wifi on the property isn’t al-
ways effective. Still, being able
to sit in a lawn chair & listen to
intermittent music is better than
adhering to the mitigation hier-
archy. Maybe reset the network.
Or, perhaps, calm down, lie flat.
A common phrase among
scientists & students is that
a cartel exists, induced by
climatic & anthropogenic
factors, & that could quite
easily cause changes to the
serotoninergic & immune
systems of linguistic search
engines. But more research
is needed — another common
phrase from the same cohort.
GOD, THE WAY TO DIVINE LOVE A Psalm-inspired prayer for God’s way to Love: “Show me Your way to love, O Lord, Teach me to love like You, with a heart that’s pure and true....” My heart is true to you my Heavenly Father. I have witnessed pain in many ways in my heart. Without you, my heart refuses to continue in life. You have restored my love for you each morning. Each day when the sun rises and the cardinals sing. I whisper to you my love and praise your Holy name. It is your grace above all else I received from You. You remind me that my life has not been empty, But rather full of joy, and, serenity, and grace. Your grace has released me of much suffering. Many times I have knelt at the altar of lights. It is the warmth of Your divine goodness I found. I have seen the stars and the moon shining bright. It has been in the cool early morning I pray to You. Each prayer there is mercy which fills my heart. Each breath and each heartbeat reminds me of Your divine nature in which all of creation breathes. My heart beats slowly, as I listen for Your whisper of love.
(To Anita)
Secret Missions
She kept her words to herself
eyes closed
moving her lips
believing with knowing
the far tint of stars
above the city roofs
long walks
in the peace of night
after pausing in a quest of answers
she knew more than the teachers
hammered by repetition
and their stamp of pride
her writings
finding an audience
to her surprise
her papers fluttering in the wind
with angel wings
on thousands of missions.
A PROMISE FULFILLED "As Two Souls Join" Our hearts are adorned by the beauty of purity and love We are one heart that resides in two bodies Our souls blend easily and can not be separated Every feeling and emotion is shared without shame for there is only pureness in such a joining Every emotion drenches my being Every touch is felt deeply and is welcomed with pleasure Your intoxicating scent fills my nostrils causing my body to shiver as our souls join Hear my sighs and let me take in your every breath until the thunder claps and the lightning strikes within the realm that we share When the silence comes, the promise is fulfilled I will be with you in every turn of our lives and will reside with you in eternity when I take my last breath... MY SACRED SONG I am the bluest sky that holds your sunlight The memories in a tear that falls from your eye I feel you walking in the garden of my love Praying those prayers meant only for me I sing of your love like a sacred song from Heaven O' my greatest purpose in life, never stray from me I open the doors of my heart so our love can fly free Like a beautiful Phoenix that rises from the ashes The loneliness inside of you will disappear once again Where only the colors of love will remain forever And a golden chain will tightly bind our hearts together. Kristy Raines was born in Oakland California, in the United States of America. She is a poet and author. Kristy has five books which have not yet been published. One with a prominent poet from India, and four of her own books, which she hopes will publish this year. She has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing. Kristy is a former civil servant for the United States and later retired from the medical field.
Five One-Line Haiku
rose blooms of mid-June a dandelion gone to seed
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near sunset summer’s first bat circles above Broadway
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staring contest a small rabbit hops out of a bush onto the sidewalk
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morning errands little horseflies bite my calves & ankles
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were crews able to put out the fire a bit hazy this morning
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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.