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rin run run/rin rat run

outta the haze light fleeing demon fire, they said they’d tamper with my memories if I chose to leave but like I was air I went creeping through the magic lair to flee when I should’ve been sleeping

The Road Signs to Progress Say:

And the road signs home say: speed limit thirty-five, next turn to Donner Drive, no parking any time. And the glare through the window’s seducing a headache, while the a/c won’t blast air cool enough to keep the sweat from swathing my back across the leather chair. And this concrete wasteland keeps expanding, speed limitContinue reading “The Road Signs to Progress Say:”

unloved

Bully is a ridiculous word. It sounds too tame. Bully. You practically have to smile to say it.

The One Piece Article

In today’s article, I’m going to tell you about a story I really love, while trying not to get into spoilers: One Piece is a Japanese manga/anime series by Eiichiro Oda. As a person who has seen approximately three anime series in my life, I am totally qualified to say One Piece is incredibly amazingContinue reading “The One Piece Article”

unrooted, unraveled, unbound

One lecture told us about ancient elements of creation: heat, land, liquid and sky, plant and time, and that’s about the only lecture I understood

Flame the River/Parasite

Flame the river, kill the feast, squelch the sinner, raise the beast, eat this bitter, seal the lease, mulch our winner, scathed with grease, all the worms call cataclysms home base, zero foundation one of cocoa colosseums, parasites win when nobody cares (what happened to our hearts?) when nobody cares parasites win cocoa colloquialisisms foundContinue reading “Flame the River/Parasite”

gratitude

Unfortunately, magic school sucked. I had classes from when I woke up ‘til when I went to bed with some

Publishin’ Beeswax

afterward

previous part here: https://jordynsaelor.com/2025/06/27/safe/ all parts here: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** no windows or clocks adorned my room so all I know is I slept at least seven times (it might’ve been more) before Coach Purturbelly returned, and she came without a knock while I stared at the ceiling and she asked again if I wanted toContinue reading “afterward”

to the 17th floor of paradise

Do you remember that night on the 17th floor of paradise? How the elevator took us up for like forever, but in the hotel room glass, the city steel still loomed above us and the clouds seemed nowhere closer? It was there you told me you wondered if God was even real. Because if heContinue reading “to the 17th floor of paradise”