A state of mind, a habit: a finger snap can’t clean the slate of dangerous memories, healing takes time. Pot a cactus somewhere new and spines will still grow but maybe, out of the path of predators, I can learn how to bloom again. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza.Continue reading “Safety Is…”
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An English-Spanish Poem
En la llorona, tú sabes el cloudy azul el viento fool eran nunca amigos con tu– la nieve de mi cuerpo freezes la noche negra, slip to the lago hablar a los árboles bailer con los flores en tus sueños. Levantase, en esta cocina, el agua salada se calienta en la kettle, break my corazónContinue reading “An English-Spanish Poem”
Day 1
Day one of my grand adventure. Today my symptoms include: -stiff throat -twitching through my cheeks I can’t control -blurry vision -dripping nose -swollen vocal cords -shaking My guy, tonight, nothing is nor ever will be okay– is it alright if we just ugly cry?
Language of Perfect Meaning
Are you lsintenig? I am hree in the eceohs of thsee wdors mxied up, scmralbed hlep me put teogehtr my mnid from the mire palese haer my sreacm unedrsntad it in this naitve tonuge (one hreat) we all cmae born wtih. Wake. Need. Seelp. Cry. Are you litseinng? Am I? (one vcoie) Plesae particce wtihContinue reading “Language of Perfect Meaning”
Can’t Take It With You
Pack it all up in boxes, there, there you go, some things you need, some things you care for, neatly tucked away. But it isn’t the stuff I’m not taking that I’ll miss, so much as the memories clung to them like Spring Breeze fabric freshener that I cannot imitate in any other season ofContinue reading “Can’t Take It With You”
Eternity
We may be apart for tomorrow and every month for the rest of the year, but please believe this (what I keep repeating to myself): we will find home in each other’s arms again– some day, some year, eventually. Because we have all eternity to say hello again. *** If you’d like to support thisContinue reading “Eternity”
I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin
The space I take up depends on my distance from the walls: I am always the center point of a circle desperately trying to keep the radius the same between neutron-me and the cramped condo corners, me, screaming, and the suburb streets, my stormwide-spirit and the ocean’s heart. *** If you enjoy this poem, considerContinue reading “I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin”
Me and My 202nd Post
For my 202nd post, I will be doing the same thing as my 201st post–a poem (if you’d like to support this blog, consider buying me a pizza. *** Sleep deprived, I am still alive, and words slough off of brain, tripping over themselves in my limp noodleness to srtike the keyboard just right, butContinue reading “Me and My 202nd Post”
Hunger
If a newborn has not yet eaten their first meal, do they know if they are hungry? Do they know that what they want, is food? Kits mewl, pups squeal, babies cry– “my tummy aches, I don’t like this, give me something I have never had, to satisfy me.” — I do not know whatContinue reading “Hunger”
Writing Tip Time–Why, Lip Bite?
Are you familiar with the whole “lip biting=flirting, wants to kiss” idea? Well. It’s ruining my writing. When I bite my lip in real life, I do it because I’m nervous. Not because I’m flirting with someone. Body language experts and science back this up too. I mean, check out American Psychological Association, saying lipContinue reading “Writing Tip Time–Why, Lip Bite?”
Jordyn Saelor 