poetry – Page 21 – Jordyn Saelor

Tale of Underwater Ghost

Tug of war with the man o’ war one tentacle at a time and maybe you’ll get a ride to a higher plane of existence, or perhaps a deeper one to the shipwrecks and bioluminescent flesh

’til you till the good earth with your bones, you can’t tell me you’ve suffered need. ’til you fill the neon graveyards with zombie dreams that you refuse to let die cuz they’re the only ones you can talk to about the truth– until then, you can’t brag about your courage, your faith, your anxiety,Continue reading “Under a Sewn Sky”

The Sanity Planity

Laugh the awful off, give a good teehee or a bwahaha–all the flaws, brush them off like cinder sloughing from the good ol’ apple tree

Stay with Me

I just got the sadness shivers, a bird flock fleeing from my ribs, it’s almost like my bones know what my heart’s getting into, how my tears seek to swim like oceans and floors are synonyms — all the sounds of a skin assail me, I mean “sounds” the way vibrations bong ear drums andContinue reading “Stay with Me”

Spirit Underwater

There’s a spirit underwater, and a fire in the wind, if we’re drowning under tide call I am landfall to your skin. There’s a lost boy In your halo hoping you’ll remember him, if we’re weeping I’m the downpour of your whim — There’s a flame in the river here, there’s bold witches in theContinue reading “Spirit Underwater”

Try a night, trilobite

here in these midnight afterhours, the world opens with possibility: anything could happen, dreams could come true in an eyeblink, all mysteries could melt out of fossils

A Song to Thank You

Yes, I listened to a Christmas song in August. “Thank You” by Pentatonix Oh, Lord, it’s been a yearWith little joys and little fearsIt’s finally here, Christmas dayMy love, I need some hopeA little faith, a hand to holdIt’s awfully cold, Christmas day —Watch the snow fall down like me sometimesBut you pick me upContinue reading “A Song to Thank You”

The Aliens Are Unionizing

Baskets woven by alien women are still just baskets and eons went with no one asking for equal pay across the planets, “How dare they,” Matila mutters one day, “pay us less for our work?” So Matila forms the galactic guild of weavers, every Sunday they meet to discuss payment in yen but no oneContinue reading “The Aliens Are Unionizing”

Don’t Be

don’t be perfect like a crisp little cookie; cuz if one crumb cracks off, leaving you 99% and no mercy, Your Perfectness knows there’s an infinite supply of numbers

Desert a Friend

All the want in these veins could water the earth and build forests from the dust grow meadows from the red mud rust — I have wandered through the dry but my tears keep me alive carve a track to take me to the seaside, maybe six years from now I’ll arrive on a quietContinue reading “Desert a Friend”