The sequel to Graveyard of Lullabies is almost here! A few more days, and the ebook will be available to purchase at most online bookstores. The story is like if TJ Klune’s book The Bones Beneath My Skin met autistic necromancer. Or if Tamsyn Muir’s Locked Tomb series took place in a tundra instead ofContinue reading ““After Forever Falls Apart” is almost here”
Tag Archives: hope
money money
How much do you cost to be alive? Every drink a dollar bill, every bite more dollar bills, every shelter dollar bills, every trip more dollah bills, cellular fills sunken hills cost of pills, my life’s a time crunched jar of moments, grimy hands wipe me out, I grime my hands spending my time beggingContinue reading “money money”
New Sequel Incoming
Hiatus for the Unrequited
I’m nervous about sharing this poem, because it’s maybe a little too vulnerable, but…depression really does get like this sometimes. It comes and goes in waves and when the waves go real low, well…it feels like this poem. Sometimes I get discouraged and just existing feels really hard. But I wrote this poem a littleContinue reading “Hiatus for the Unrequited”
name no god but silence
I wanna write a poem about the gum, drum, bubbleguppy beat drop, feel the bass hit my face raise my waist to the grace at the table say a prayer to the grave or the stable (are you real are you real?) nothing answers, nothing matters, chase the bass drop fallin’ face flop hit theContinue reading “name no god but silence”
Place where the demons go
I tried to ignore this big question and instead scowled at the lightning creature’s head and wide hips and demanded my mechanical arm back
Unto this aftermath
In the fallout from a frightening world, may we sculpt our nightmares into architectures of memory for future generations to climb and build their dreams up to the towering stars. *** Check out this ICE out of Minnesota page and this page for ways to help
Wishes beyond Sky
Let the sky fall on my head, down through the savage ravage page tattered battered stone age ragged flayed dogged rage–don’t take my quarrel
Winterbound
Can’t ever get warm inside, can’t it ever get me warm inside? I go feasting on dreams that fail to fill my belly, I go feasting on conversations and spinning discourses that only turn me dizzy, some people are more down for a debate than a decision; in this divide, there’s dreamers or there’s doers,Continue reading “Winterbound”
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”
Jordyn Saelor 