I hold a nameless feeling in me. Like sorrow mixed with hope mixed with the potential for so much power that my heart’s a water balloon nearly bursting. Or a watermelon detonating at the mere caress of a bumblebee. These veins, trembling as a gnat’s wing, crave to carve the arc of a hurricane intoContinue reading “A Nameless Feeling”
Monthly Archives: August 2022
Day 5, I think?
Dear Amnesia is like that friend who’s very friendly to your face but constantly gossips about you behind your back. So yeah, sure, Amnesia’s got a nice reflection to help you ignore the things that pain you, the things keeping you up at night questioning what on earth you’re doing here. “Look, dearie, just soldierContinue reading “Day 5, I think?”
Naming Book Characters
As a writer, baby name websites are your best friend. They’re great for helping you find a name for your protagonist that thematically ties in with, say, their struggle with guilt and self-forgiveness. Or maybe it ties into their origin as a seafarer. Or their name’s a clue to their true nature (see: Darth Vader,Continue reading “Naming Book Characters”
Day 1
Day one of my grand adventure. Today my symptoms include: -stiff throat -twitching through my cheeks I can’t control -blurry vision -dripping nose -swollen vocal cords -shaking My guy, tonight, nothing is nor ever will be okay– is it alright if we just ugly cry?
Language of Perfect Meaning
Are you lsintenig? I am hree in the eceohs of thsee wdors mxied up, scmralbed hlep me put teogehtr my mnid from the mire palese haer my sreacm unedrsntad it in this naitve tonuge (one hreat) we all cmae born wtih. Wake. Need. Seelp. Cry. Are you litseinng? Am I? (one vcoie) Plesae particce wtihContinue reading “Language of Perfect Meaning”
Can’t Take It With You
Pack it all up in boxes, there, there you go, some things you need, some things you care for, neatly tucked away. But it isn’t the stuff I’m not taking that I’ll miss, so much as the memories clung to them like Spring Breeze fabric freshener that I cannot imitate in any other season ofContinue reading “Can’t Take It With You”
Eternity
We may be apart for tomorrow and every month for the rest of the year, but please believe this (what I keep repeating to myself): we will find home in each other’s arms again– some day, some year, eventually. Because we have all eternity to say hello again. *** If you’d like to support thisContinue reading “Eternity”
I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin
The space I take up depends on my distance from the walls: I am always the center point of a circle desperately trying to keep the radius the same between neutron-me and the cramped condo corners, me, screaming, and the suburb streets, my stormwide-spirit and the ocean’s heart. *** If you enjoy this poem, considerContinue reading “I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin”
Me and My 202nd Post
For my 202nd post, I will be doing the same thing as my 201st post–a poem (if you’d like to support this blog, consider buying me a pizza. *** Sleep deprived, I am still alive, and words slough off of brain, tripping over themselves in my limp noodleness to srtike the keyboard just right, butContinue reading “Me and My 202nd Post”
Hunger
If a newborn has not yet eaten their first meal, do they know if they are hungry? Do they know that what they want, is food? Kits mewl, pups squeal, babies cry– “my tummy aches, I don’t like this, give me something I have never had, to satisfy me.” — I do not know whatContinue reading “Hunger”
Jordyn Saelor 