environment – Jordyn Saelor

bed

I came to in a bed of rough feathers under an orange sky–dark orange, basically brown, streaked with red, because dust clouded the air.

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:”

Trash Bag in the Trees

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”