gonna make you wait and make you pay, takin’ names killin’ fame– oh this typical teenage rebellion just comes sweepin’ in on coatclaws of trepid traumatization and I don’t want this job anymore so please protect them, and there, and these, and here and keep our village safe so the rebels do not actually haveContinue reading “Hello, Village of My Heart”
Category Archives: Poetry
Made by the Teeth of Lions
In this liar’s bed we don’t speak of lion dens we just speak of marble men– statues done by chipped chisels helD in haNds with imAgined plans then tested by the predators, we are built out of tribulation unchosen and chance– surely you see this presence of mine is just stone surely you see myContinue reading “Made by the Teeth of Lions”
Seen a Town, Squeaky Suitcase
That squeaky suitcase has seen a town or two, a weary, well-worn traveler accustomed to the roads and rows of all customs; this stuttery suitcase has strolled through a town or ten,
Billiards with Books
The rules are, you slide books across the tile, and knock ’em out the doors to score points on classics, but you lose if you hit out the baby books–why the baby books, who knows
Loose Threads
don’t think leave the party don’t think hit the car seat pass out falling off me don’t think scarlet oversheet don’t think don’t think shrink shrink shrink ready blink mouth to sink don’t think don’t think if you wanna talk about it eat up my shame first lose a game to me first don’t thinkContinue reading “Loose Threads”
The Outlet is Crying
My window collects condensation where warm humidity meets winter’s display, but today the outlet on the wall also had droplets, around the socket– those eyes looked sad about something, so I started guessing: the seasonal blues an ache of some kind a premonition of a power-losing storm; or maybe it cried about how I couldn’tContinue reading “The Outlet is Crying”
Retribution Comes
There’s a storm in the fire, here, or is it just a cloud that cannot quench the desert’s thirst?
Dangerous with a Glue Gun
I’m dangerous with a glue gun comin’ for your money venom, decorate the chimney tops with button drops, okay ginger Tay– when they spoke of blood crying from the dust for vengeance they never said the blood would be ours, but my wounds under the peppermint moon knew you weren’t coming back with the biteContinue reading “Dangerous with a Glue Gun”
Alphabet Stewp
Allazia ate my allergy Beatrice bit my bee Carlos cut clean cells and I learnt my abc’s like an xqz: a for apple and ape c for copper cents k for knee and s for snake plus is but you already knew this I mean uu olredee noo qis and yeah we have spare lettersContinue reading “Alphabet Stewp”
Metaphor for Brain
Welcome to your mystery manor, when you open the doors you’ll find the place burning, monkeys dancing in the rafters, cheering on the rats revving up a hallway road race– we keep the hardwood floors wet so they don’t char and as a bonus it makes the rats in go-karts slide and spin, perfect forContinue reading “Metaphor for Brain”
Jordyn Saelor 