Trash bag in the trees, rustling in the breeze tissue to the sneeze of the greenest of the leaves. — “Get me out!” The trash bag will announce, “I can’t stand another ounce of this travesty.” But, unable to flee, the trash bag will flounce about uselessly, witnessing the beech tree’s teeniest sprouts growing upContinue reading “Trash Bag in the Trees”
Category Archives: poetry
Can you hear the violence?
Yes, I stole this line from a Lorde song. No, this poem has nothing to do with “The Louvre.” — thunder bones by midnight, I can be a cannon too; however tired and styrofoamed in silence I sit, my ribs beat for violence. I can wake the sleeping suburbs with my scream rip up theirContinue reading “Can you hear the violence?”
Catharsis in the Violence
Catharsis in the violence, Or solace, I guess. Like, my heart’s breaking But it’s vaguely okay Because the world’s breaking too. — And I know, it’s terrible of me To relate to strangers fleeing for their lives, It’s terrible of me To take solace In sickness, destruction From the ease of my laptop screen, ButContinue reading “Catharsis in the Violence”
What Inspires You?
I wanted to write an article about how I find inspiration for my novels and stories. But inspiration’s a mysterious, hard-to-bottle feeling; I can’t just write “5 tips to inspire yourself” because that’s like “5 tips to bottle the sunrise.” A single, bottled moment can’t contain the whole process, can’t hold all the reasons whyContinue reading “What Inspires You?”
Pride Month
Anti-trans laws are being enacted across the country, and Disney’s supporting questionable things but it’s okay! (haha not) Exclusively this June, Marvel’s selling rainbow t-shirts of their vaguely, maybe-not-straight characters, companies have their decked-out-with-rainbows pride collection, like, “Buy our products, because we totally support lgbtq+ people!” *** But the real issue isn’t an overexposure ofContinue reading “Pride Month”
Random things that make me cry
I don’t know why, but lately I’ve been in a mood called “feel like crying.” At the finale of a tv series at coming home from my brother’s soccer game that he won at a graphic novel at a song at waking up at thinking about this summer, this August, the prospect of my siblings’Continue reading “Random things that make me cry”
When the white crayon’s useful
Blue backdrop, cyan sky, a child slices a crayon across the canvas of the heavens.
A Light Burns in You
A light burns in you. Dim, bright, it keeps company with you in the dark.
phobia 2/queens never leave
A queendom under siege, What sort of ruler would I be if I abandoned this home that raised me? *** If you enjoy what I’m doing, please consider buying me a pizza:)
Phobia
Help me, they’re coming for me– 12:37 am I shine my phone’s flashlight under the bed, in the closet, beneath the dresser, up and down the walls I wipe the floor with tissues the vent slats the outlets 1:23 am I crawl from under the covers turn on the lamp bend over and stare underContinue reading “Phobia”
Jordyn Saelor 