October 2025 – Jordyn Saelor

stronghold

In the story books I read at home, the captured maiden was always blindfolded or asleep and never knew where her captors took her until

Hey guess what I’m doing right now

It’s Halloween this week. And fittingly for the season, I’m editing the sequel to Graveyard of Lullabies.

embrace

They wrapped me in branches, bark as rough as stale bread, and carried me kicking and screaming, still invisible

Bring out the hook, line and sinker, baited by a gelatinous tinker bell, sizzle in a liter pan, I’m so silly cookin’ for Billy gook and the hook and the shook captain’s crocodile tock– what’s the difference between a gator and a croc? One’s a juice, one’s a shoe, ask wikipedia for the truth, IContinue reading “Giving Hand/Neverland”

stew

The first salamander I accidentally stepped on squelched and blood dribbled out and I hurried on. The second I stepped on

Mild Artist Obsession

3 days ago I discovered this musician/editor/dancer/video director named DPR Ian, and I’m currently obsessed.

squeal of the things

previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2025/10/03/hunger-of-the-things/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** “It burns!” the upper blanket squealed. “Run!” the middle blanket cried. “Clargor fristhimnba–” the lower blanket hissed, then they all vanished from my back so I could see everything. The trees moved. Roots thrust up from the ground to stab back down and pull their trunks through theContinue reading “squeal of the things”

dear dystopia of it all

I don’t break all at once, I erode into dust, sands of insanity carve sandstone sculptures (oh so pretty), dear dysmorphia,

Hunger of the things

I tried to avoid getting near the trees, but the further we walked, the closer they got and I wasn’t about to go back to the demon door