Once upon a time I said, “stories end in happily ever afters too often, it spoils the ending before you’ve even begun, and that’s boring. But if you don’t write a happily ever after, the readers make an uproar, cuz at the end of the journey– through all the hills and bogs and stormy fogsContinue reading “Can’t Take My Old Advice”
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Touch Grass
I went outside and touched grass like they say, smelled the flowers like they say, “a natural remedy to being cooped up inside and spending too much time online!” They say that grass and flowers have the power to make you feel better, but I took a walk and the vastness of the whole worldContinue reading “Touch Grass”
Wrists in the Blissful Sea
Literal literary list:
miss the analysis kiss the lysis alyssum alyssis ask asylum assist us — Nonsense-san decrees: I can’t give you the happy ending first, it will completely confuse you,
Fields of Frozen Flowers
Here is a poem about loneliness. *** I don’t know how to explain this “normal.” I think you have to live this, it’s like explaining smells to someone who can’t smell it’s like explaining childbirth to someone who’s never given birth it’s like I have
Wood Cutting Yew
When talking in terms of how deep you wound me, we aren’t like that old trick question, “how far can you walk into a forest?” You know the answer, you can only walk halfway into a forest, because after that
Precious Crumbs
That moment when you wake from a nap and try to count the minutes you were out by the number of pins and needles in your feet–is it only your tired brain that can’t peg a number on
Infantilization
I have a hunger to fill the hole the gun of your tongue took out of my ribs. *** You say I love you like a magic potion
The Humans Whom Humanity Failed
If you distill the universe to one soul, bottle up every experience and shake it up–who would you have?
Staphylococcusaurus
Pure animal soul: staphylococcusaurus, Tall and infectious.
The Fig and the Wasp
I don’t think I’m parasocial, but sometimes celebrities show up in my dreams, Kit Connor singing onstage, Janelle Monáe faking their death, and there’s nothing odd or fantastical about the fact
Jordyn Saelor 