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”
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When the white crayon’s useful
Blue backdrop, cyan sky, a child slices a crayon across the canvas of the heavens.
Words whose sounds fit their definitions
You all know what onomatopoeia is? This article was inspired by that. Just like the word “BOOM” sounds like a firework going off, here are words that, in my opinion, sound like their definitions. Lovely (it’s a lovely sounding word, isn’t it?) Devastate. Obliterate. Scythe. Lamb. Feral. Spring (the bouncy type of spring, not necessarilyContinue reading “Words whose sounds fit their definitions”
This Invulnerable Bleeding Heart
Go, begonia, bloom for once Like your life depends on it, Or else these shears will stab your stem and slice with no remorse. I’m just a bleeding heart, cowering in fear on the twigs From the gardening force Come to deadhead our autumn flower bed. I’m so sorry, begonia, that you had to go.Continue reading “This Invulnerable Bleeding Heart”
Scribble the Sun
Scribble safflower petals around the sun, dye the moon a neon egg. Color curly-cues into the meadows so the scars and dust of flame and heartache might one day melt into art.
by wildernesses/stinging green
To me, the color green symbolizes nature, my love for the grass and leaves and pine needles. — By “wilderness,” I don’t mean the vast desert where people dehydrate, or the shipwrecked island survival stories, or rugged backpacking in the woods. When I say “wilderness,” I speak as something not entirely human, something deeply attunedContinue reading “by wildernesses/stinging green”
S-si-siren
Hands up for anyone who would stray from the simplicity of ivory beaches and placid waves to chase a siren through the wild rains bewitched by her broken song. “I-I could take you to the s-s-secret deeps of th-the oc-ocean.” So you wanna go? No?
The Best Poetry Advice I’ve Ever Received
It’s simple: the point of poetry is to feel new feelings, or think new thoughts. Now if that’s not clear, you can go check out this 50-minute video ;) which taught me everything I know about poetry. (Just kidding. Kind of.) But here I’ll try to summarize and write some of my own opinions. ForContinue reading “The Best Poetry Advice I’ve Ever Received”
January 31st, 2022/tales in the winter night
Today’s Prompt: How do you feel when you look at the stars? Remember when Aukai told you stories of his people, how they had ancient star charts, how they used the length between thumb and finger to measure the horizon? He said the stars were really distant suns, some of them other colors. You justContinue reading “January 31st, 2022/tales in the winter night”
January 30th, 2022/I’m a pantheon of trees
Today’s Prompt: Describe yourself as a tree. Ooh goodie some nonsense. I love nonsense. Here are 7 aspects of myself imagined as trees. My independent self I am a mangrove tree, I live in salt water estuaries. I have bright leaves, my bark is rough, speckled like eyespots on potatoes. My roots run shallow throughContinue reading “January 30th, 2022/I’m a pantheon of trees”
Jordyn Saelor 