bring me down to earth where the clouds roll in and wrap my head in perspiration. Imagination’s plates rumbles the rocks like a storm of footfalls, run run for kicks and giggles, run run gigs and squiggles, hamster wheel ever rattling I’m advancing down the earth’s limestone lava miasma maze fractaling phase, earthquake keep meContinue reading “Back to Basics”
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moon wave
I didn’t want anyone to adopt me, I could take care of myself just fine probably. Or at least I’d made it this far. But I sort of wanted what
Aquatic Speech
If we grew up underwater, accustomed to salt in our cuts, would hurts to our emotions hurt less by comparison? With each reverbing thrum of all aquatic speech, would we feel the meaning of each other’s words closer to our ribs? In the twilight ocean, would we use our eyes less to guess each other’sContinue reading “Aquatic Speech”
Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle
God in a bottle, with a scroll from far away, telling me what to do. Surrender to a continental divide, take me left or ride from ocean to ocean, soak it in, this is to teach you obedience, give up your resistance, heed the message in the bottle or fall full throttle from mountain high.Continue reading “Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle”
24- quiet
I meditated in a shivering desert and slept under an ozone sun, I cried in a broiling jungle and like that time when I began to train Rails–when a pressure
flap your wings
I said I want to defy gravity but practically, what does that look like? Well. Let’s make a list of the facts: I became a witch, which very few
Box Boy, Boil Boy
I left the realm of snow and ice the second time, returned to the forest around Brisbane and followed Dr. Mizto by the odor of brimstone
Boulders and Bars
Never trust an old man who wants to buy you a drink; that’s what your Dada always said when we went out for the night and you were like–yeah Dad
Saviors
The army got its start as a branch of the police; they trained for years just to parade through
Belonging
Yeah, Brisbane wasn’t alone. All the cities I found to the south: dead. All the towns I found: ghostly. All the life I found: snakes and bugs and possums and rabbits and bin chickens. So I flew back to
Jordyn Saelor 