Hey Kid, it’s been a while since I’ve been back north. Have the daffodils sprung up yet in the flower beds? Have the magnolias bloomed? Are the puddles expanding outside the window, are your boots tall enough to stomp through them and stay dry up top? Hey Kid, I listened to a Raye song, andContinue reading “Back North”
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an attempt was made
I started to feel a bit bad for the creature and this garden so many of them were trying to save, obviously in vain,
teenage turtles
Feelin a li’l silly, let’s mutate these ninja names, Donatello don’t tell ’em Raphael raft fell Leonardo lean cardio Michelangelo might kill angel’s glow — they were gonna raft downriver but now they gotta hike — don’t tell ’em the raft fell yet, the lean cardio might kill Angel’s glow *** find my published booksContinue reading “teenage turtles”
hafta say
The small one plummeted into the lake again, throwing waves at me, then it had the audacity to put two claws on my forehead
Mask the Autism (can’t handle this again)
rescue
The fire and smoke summoned flying shadows blotting out the sun and they brought silent rain upon the flames. I just treaded water,
Mariana
In this love we argue and compromise, like fault lines scraping against each other, shifting to settle into something new. The crusts and mountain ranges of our lives evolve in response to limits, boundaries, giving or needing, and it isn’t always pretty but I’d rather push our relationship higher than pull back and leave thisContinue reading “Mariana”
or (to the shore line)
The grass, trees, vines and algae left hardly any room for rune drawing so I ended up walking/crawling
clock/night watch
I watch the clock like a hawk, stressed for the alarm to blare; it doesn’t care that it scares away the mice in the nightmare nice but there in the sleep stare at least I don’t have to climb out of bed sleep-deprived and go to work for another greedy jerk to take credit forContinue reading “clock/night watch”
resource
I walked up to a tree and only fell once—into a spherical bush—along the way then I whacked at a mossy branch until it fell off then I dragged it
Jordyn Saelor 