Sunday, May 26, 2019

to settle the nerves by J.J. Campbell

it’s an old
sam cooke
song on a
sunday
morning

a glass of
scotch to
settle the
nerves

a few
seconds
to relax
and be
thankful

once you
remember
for what

the rest
of the day
can begin





J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves and is currently trapped in suburbia. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Record Magazine, Misfit Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl and Synchronized Chaos. His latest chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was published by Analog Submission Press in July 2018. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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