J.R. Nelson

Joined June 2021

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Barn owl is a misnomer
Barn owl is a misnomer. Barn owls like me, we don’t flock to barns that still breathe life into newborn animals, barns that do not waver and heave in the north wind, with their fresh red paint and white trim.
By J.R. Nelson 4 years ago in Fiction
A pawn with a face
“All hope abandon ye fools who drinketh here” read the sign dangling above the Victorian style mansion that was owned by none other than Hawthorne Valley’s most eccentric, Eden Scarlett.
By J.R. Nelson 4 years ago in Fiction
The Sharks of the Galápagos
The funny thing about getting off the airplane on the Galápagos Islands, is that it looks like you accidentally landed on Mars, not one of the most pristine marine ecosystems in the world. Everything is painted with orange and dust, and even the cacti look somewhat confused as to how they ended up here.
By J.R. Nelson 4 years ago in Earth
The barn measures time
It’s the smell when you first brush through the thick filtered light, where particles float through the air like lost sheep, milling about and swirling in on themselves. Cascading and twirling as your shepherd’s body brushes through them but knowing no time for the barn is their only universe.
By J.R. Nelson 5 years ago in Fiction
Into the (H)aether
The morning bloomed through the heather. A soft morning, with the sky cast like a child’s breath on a fogged up, window of a ’93 chevy, flying down the coastline to escape the summer’s heat. My name was also Heather. It was an error in the Simulation, that I had been named after the scene in the Sim, in another life I would have probably found the oversight funny but the humour had been wrung out of me, quite some time ago. Now I just blankly held the clothes up to the line and followed the cracks in the Sim with my finger, wondering when I would be let out, when my purpose would come.
By J.R. Nelson 5 years ago in Fiction