My book, Graveyard of Lullabies, was chosen for the Bootcamp Mentoring Program on Wattpad in preparation for the 2023 Watty awards. Why is this exciting? Well, for the next several weeks, an award winning writer is dedicated to giving feedback on my story! I have faced many frustrations while trying to find feedback for myContinue reading “So…Exciting News…”
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Is this a lot? Yeah, it is.
So I have been thinking about this video a lot, and more importantly, the whole trend in the world leading to stuff like these anti-trans/LGBTQ+ bills in the U.S.
I don’t have a poem today
Because I’ve spent the whole day posting stories here https://www.wattpad.com/user/blackviolettwilight
Running Up That Hill
I watched Stranger Things season 4 two months ago–I’m late to the party, I know–and since then, I’ve re-watched that iconic scene in episode 4 (if you know, you know) at least 5 times. So a couple weeks ago, I finally did something about my mild obsession and made a cover of Running Up ThatContinue reading “Running Up That Hill”
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”
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…”
An English-Spanish Poem
En la llorona, tú sabes el cloudy azul el viento fool eran nunca amigos con tu– la nieve de mi cuerpo freezes la noche negra, slip to the lago hablar a los árboles bailer con los flores en tus sueños. Levantase, en esta cocina, el agua salada se calienta en la kettle, break my corazónContinue reading “An English-Spanish Poem”
Is this too good to be true?
Placid river scene: Reed home, petrichor, gold leaves. What snakes stalk this blue? *** If you’d like to support my work, consider buying me a pizza!
A Nameless Feeling
I hold a nameless feeling in me. Like sorrow mixed with hope mixed with the potential for so much power that my heart’s a water balloon nearly bursting. Or a watermelon detonating at the mere caress of a bumblebee. These veins, trembling as a gnat’s wing, crave to carve the arc of a hurricane intoContinue reading “A Nameless Feeling”
Day 5, I think?
Dear Amnesia is like that friend who’s very friendly to your face but constantly gossips about you behind your back. So yeah, sure, Amnesia’s got a nice reflection to help you ignore the things that pain you, the things keeping you up at night questioning what on earth you’re doing here. “Look, dearie, just soldierContinue reading “Day 5, I think?”
Jordyn Saelor 