All the words that could be written have already been written with the hand of this mitten, cold fingers snow-smitten and numbed into repeating the same beats over and over like the floppy paws of a hungry-for-food kitten. — I keep a long document of most every poem I’ve written since 8th grade and lastContinue reading “So it Seems”
Category Archives: poetry
Passion or Power
Dear Joe, This is my favorite flower. Just wanted you to know so if you’re ever worried about paying for a dozen red roses, now you’re aware I’m not into the crimson kind of passion flower. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza
faith
The other day, my sister asked about my pronouns and it felt like a confessional– I laid out all my sins for her to judge them, “yes, I’m questioning who I am (dear God, am I questioning?) but no, I have no intention to do anything. Dear sister, I’m not a lost sheep, I’m notContinue reading “faith”
Something way Bigger
I wanna be part of something way bigger bigger than the sky longer than the night spreading faster than the light. — I wanna expel fear that keeps me from talking ’bout how I feel, I wanna rise broader than mountain ranges, deeper than the sea, and I wanna grow softer than baby sages, sharperContinue reading “Something way Bigger”
Haunted or Wanted?
I spotted a shadow all alone to my eyes, dancing in the suburb street. The shadow’s ears and tail flicked toward me and, startled, I hurried home, but when I got there the shadow hadn’t moved from the asphalt dance floor. I didn’t go back and ask what the shadow was waltzing for, I wentContinue reading “Haunted or Wanted?”
Seas, or Suburbs
curtains wide, all night, strangers across the street see the lamp signs: still here
Salad Spinner of Sadness
Picture a feeling of sadness. Now get your metaphors mixed up, stick your feelings in a salad spinner, spinning round and round button bobbing up and down laughter lettuce cleansing cabbage wasted water. Picture a feeling of sadness, a painting hung up on the wall oozing moisture and mold when you go to bed, theContinue reading “Salad Spinner of Sadness”
Take a Comment for Anxiety
I really liked your poem. This post was super insightful. That sounds like a super fun time you had with your family. *backspace backspace backspace* Okay, so those were terrible, we’re not doing any of those, no, we’re going with “this post means a lot to me.” *Backspace* periods convey frustration and anger So don’tContinue reading “Take a Comment for Anxiety”
One of my favorite quotes
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed” -Ernest Hemingway* In a more modern sense, I suppose for this poem I will sit down at my keyboard and bleed:) (and if you enjoy this post, I will always appreciate a pizza) *** Hydrogen peroxide graciously gets outContinue reading “One of my favorite quotes”
Safety Is…
A state of mind, a habit: a finger snap can’t clean the slate of dangerous memories, healing takes time. Pot a cactus somewhere new and spines will still grow but maybe, out of the path of predators, I can learn how to bloom again. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza.Continue reading “Safety Is…”
Jordyn Saelor 