More at Otoliths

Here's a new selection of my asemic vispo at Otoliths:

http://the-otolith.blogspot.co.uk/2016/06/stephen-nelson.html

Sonic Boom 5

This Indian zine is a great read. I have a visual poem on page 55:

http://sonicboomjournal.wix.com/sonicboom#!about/c10fk

Utsanga

Great to have work up at Utsanga. It's a fantastic journal, well worth exploring.

http://www.utsanga.it/index.php/nelson-four-works-2/

M58

New poems up at M58. Thanks, Andrew Taylor.

http://www.m58.co.uk/post/141196456864/new-work-by-stephen-nelson-clockwise-from

Zoomoozophone Review

Very delighted to have work in this excellent journal of asemic writing alongside some great writers and artists. Thanks to Matt Margo.

http://issuu.com/zoomoozophone_review/docs/zr8

Utsanga 6

Asemic work at Utsanga. Up today, Christmas Day! God rest ye merry asemic poets...

http://www.utsanga.it/index.php/nelson-four-works/

BlazeVOX 15

Very happy to have some visual poems/asemics in the new issue of BlazeVOX. Geoffrey says "Hooray!"

http://www.blazevox.org/BX%20Covers/BXFall2015/Stephen%20Nelson%20-%20Fall%2015.pdf

Elementals

Calcification

Decades Under Ice

BatGlyphs

Video Games of the 80s Versions 1 & 2

Black Ice

Micro Eye Tales

Random Vascular Encoding - A Tale of the Discarded

The four pieces presented here represent way stages, by products, off cuts of something more solid, more finished, more substantial. Yet I like them for what they are. Sometimes things which we discard have a value of their own, the more so for being discarded.

I wonder if we can recollect and reclaim certain parts of our lives and invest them with new meaning and significance on our way to forming something more polished and complete. Or if what we cast aside and ignore is never really cast aside but remains, clinging to us, helping to form the beautiful rag tag bunch of bones, thought and emotion we are.

I have more off cuts filed away, but it may not be a good idea to bring them out all at once, especially at this time of year. We have to deal with ourselves slowly, treat our formation respectfully, attend to it with patience and care and a gentle touch of humour. Nonetheless, I'm a bring-it-all-out-in-the-open type of guy, as long as I have plenty space to do so. As long as I'm able to resist judgement, judgementalism. As long as I sacrifice foolish pride for consciousness of self. As long as I am a black snowflake falling in the night, melting into the significance of insignificance, where the darkness of prime source circles back on itself, gathering in the strays, a snow sun soaking back its own creative rays.

The Olive Garden

The Olive Lamp

Pavement Asemia

Slurs

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