Allister Nelson
Allister Nelson
Jethro’s Daughter
A weekly, serialized virtual chapbook
pulchritude and multitude
by Allister Nelson
“in the waters, abyssal womb, once there was darkness, and Trickster lit a fire upon the Deep. maybe god figured in, maybe She didn’t.”
the drag race in hell
by Allister Nelson
“Shut up, shut up, you cambion bastards – / RuPaul’s on in Hell! Beelzebub is dressed / as Iris Apfel, furs and gingham clad. Lu / is Dolly for some reason, diamond or / rhinestone, I can’t tell.”
melania’s white house christmas decorations
by Allister Nelson
“It’s the little lies we tell ourselves in marriage: The old, staticky 50s TV is not on chthonic rerun, always playing muted hauntings.”
the best of you, honey, belongs to me
by Allister Nelson
“I curled up in the bones of a corpse. Dead in the woods at twelve. Lost Boy Scout / camping. It was cold. I was on the hunt for / Death. Little slices of Mr. Grim that I could / eat like scuppernongs from the vine.”
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gomorr whore
by Allister Nelson
“lucifer ate the syrup of blood and sausage, digesting my dreams, and i / stewed below him, full of regret and the impending years.”
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twin-animus-fuck
by Allister Nelson
“you are monolith of all my failings. the wet line of blood that crosscuts my ribs. what is the meaning of suffering, this caul of rebirth that happens each 31st?”
anne boleyn’s death knell
by Allister Nelson
“I, Greensleeve’d Anne, / Reign. / Know my name! / Know my name.”
jolly, fat, and blonde
by Allister Nelson
“I am too fat for Heaven / so I fell straight to Hell / I am too skinny for lava, / I drifted straight to Sheol.”
disorder of the fly
by Allister Nelson
“Come feast with the Devil / drink wine from grape’s wrath / trample the rosebush / and the primrose path.”
red hawk // dead hawk
by Allister Nelson
“It’s not Zeus and Ganymede, / no Rape of Persephone, instead / it’s an operetta of stolen fire / of night clashes and star-flowers.”
crom cruach
by Allister Nelson
“Am I beautiful or am I wretched, / with poisoned brains and nightshade eyes. Are my / breasts fit for suckling changelings, will I be / the tithe to Hell? Or am I to be Midir’s bride, / a fluttering Etain caged in a box by Aengus Og.”
temptation of christ
by Allister Nelson
“Yeshua stripped in the desert / was Caravaggio weaving light / out of shadow, lamb in sin.”
tradwife stuck in hell
by Allister Nelson
“I wake up every day and want to die, / but in Hell, if you’re dead, where else / is there / to go?”
flame-diver
by Allister Nelson
“One must keep the fire burning, one must heat the poker. / And one is the flame-diver, dreaming / of snow.”
girl becomes haint
by Allister Nelson
“The Devil once said my soul was a black hurricane. /That every time I injured myself, I bled red gold.”