The past is buried in the collapsed underpasses of burnt bridges.
Paul John Nelson lives in a place of heaving roads and headphones and eighteen gauge cleats, hammering down packages of simulacra trees. Husband. Father. Socially constructed
Canadian. Early morning writer and swimmer.
Simply in love with the failure of poetry and philosophy and the tragic, ghostly heroine, who's lost in the day to day panoptic horror of the ideological state apparatus. They/Them.
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pauljohnnelson
Jun 06, 2024 12:56PM
Continuing the editing and pulping of The Alive. The final book for The Girl From The Mire. https://www.wattpad.com/1297461003?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=postToProfile&utm_content=share_writing&wp_pa...View all Conversations
Stories by pauljohnnelson
- 9 Published Stories
the alive
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The girl from the mire: part 3. The uroboros is a Möbius strip. The curtain is drawn. The raven is alive.
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Judith's Shadow
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The girl from the mire: part 2
Were we ever alive? Were we ever here? Were we ever?
Judith exists in a gravey...
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The Coppice
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Aphotic pine trees stand biblical; as if of microscopic hairs on the albino face of God. His almighty smile i...
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