When you were little and went to church, it felt like they worshipped women instead of the Father for a day. Sons and husbands, honor her; daughters, look who you’ll become. Boys, treat a woman right (she’s always right) and you’ll be happy forever. When you were older, and being a girl felt more rightContinue reading “trans woman on mother’s day”
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Gore Gone
Like my poems could carve out chunks of the universe and hand them to you on a platter, I keep hunting between these lines for more time, more light, another night
Retrospective (Landscape of a Heart)
So…Landscape of a Heart is finished! Chapter 30 was the last one. If you’d like to catch up on the story, you can find the table of contents at this link. Otherwise, what’d you think? Did you have a favorite poem? Favorite character? Any theories? Tell me in the comments:) (Ps, here’s a friendly reminderContinue reading “Retrospective (Landscape of a Heart)”
into the roaring storm
so no you stupid fates just existing isn’t rewarded with happiness, I am a rainbow or water,
in these pages
All fates are the same, it seems: whether witch or demon, rabbit or tree, the tones just tell us to
23- span
Step 1: find out where the strings of fate are leading me. Step 2: do not that. Step 3: catch karma in the act of correcting me and take it prisoner.
6- up again
(slight trigger warning for this poem: short descriptions of death and carnage) *** The green dragon almost didn’t want to go back home, she wanted to fly past the desert I’d never crossed and find a sea and eat the
Strings of Fate
My two elective Strings of Fate classes had the names “divining the weave of the future” and “karma as a lens for interpreting the past.” In my fifteenth year I studied karma and in my seventeenth I studied weaves; yes, I know the stereotypical approach would be to
To, New York
From, New York Your laugh echoes in my heart and you’re wild in my art, even now, when I’ve been on this road for months of missing and still wanting– a year ago, I couldn’t sleep for fear of demons drooling under the bed, now I can’t sleep cuz their memories haunt every place IContinue reading “To, New York”
What a Trick Present
Today, I try to write better than yesterday. I revise the poem I began yesterday, I make yesterday’s story scenes come clean. By that logic, tomorrow I will write better than today, I will improve what I do right now. What a trick present, cyclicly losing to my future self, and winning over my past–Continue reading “What a Trick Present”
Jordyn Saelor 