Remember when I was like, “Ah yes, I’m aiming to have this book published by the end of August?” Then remember how that didn’t happen? Well here we are almost a month later, and So Speaks the Ruinous Light is finally ready! Today I skimmed through the proof copy, then approved it for distribution onContinue reading “The Book Is Ready”
Tag Archives: emotion
Cavalier Spirit
How much a soul worth? Well easy, we just say a spirit worth a bag of M&M’s, but when shipped from halfway ‘cross the world and in a foreign script, that bag’s a little less, easy to forget. Age makes ’em stale, makes ’em trash. A bag of blue-eyed M&M’s matters more, but a bagContinue reading “Cavalier Spirit”
Every Seed/a World
My body is an earth of liquid with its oceans rising, the cool detachment apathy is melting
Testing Anxiety
Pressure to perform no pleasure or conform sure, my soul’s a storm in every heated prickle of my skin, the thoughts swirling up my brain (like this thought (and this thought too ( this thought (and this thought too( PARENTHESES BREAK))) psychoanalyze the direction my iris flies can’t escape the way my gaze slides downContinue reading “Testing Anxiety”
in 3 years’ time
in three years I think I aged twenty, from a little girl to a teen in ratty clothing and poorly brushed hair. But I learned runes,
I keep calling for this rain
If you quell the pain, prickles remain, and I feel so detached from the past, I could be a stranger in the memories of danger, like they burn a different skin. I wanna heal from the thunder squeal, but my midnight brain plays the game “How can we twist imagination’s eye to warp this pictureContinue reading “I keep calling for this rain”
frag
The tips of my toes drown in the bathtub do you think hawks get lonely, when their main relationship is predator eats prey? a hawk, a pigeon, and a hummingbird flock into a bar my roommate’s getting on my nerves, taking out her day job on me if this book flops, what’ve I got toContinue reading “frag”
Blankets with the vertebrae still on
I went to classes the next day and nothing changed, I got seven snot wads on my dress and borrowed six pencils from the library that all broke and someone’s wings landed a bruise on my head
rin run run/rin rat run
outta the haze light fleeing demon fire, they said they’d tamper with my memories if I chose to leave but like I was air I went creeping through the magic lair to flee when I should’ve been sleeping
The Road Signs to Progress Say:
And the road signs home say: speed limit thirty-five, next turn to Donner Drive, no parking any time. And the glare through the window’s seducing a headache, while the a/c won’t blast air cool enough to keep the sweat from swathing my back across the leather chair. And this concrete wasteland keeps expanding, speed limitContinue reading “The Road Signs to Progress Say:”
Jordyn Saelor 