nature – Page 2 – Jordyn Saelor

clock/night watch

I watch the clock like a hawk, stressed for the alarm to blare; it doesn’t care that it scares away the mice in the nightmare nice but there in the sleep stare at least I don’t have to climb out of bed sleep-deprived and go to work for another greedy jerk to take credit forContinue reading “clock/night watch”

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I walked up to a tree and only fell once—into a spherical bush—along the way then I whacked at a mossy branch until it fell off then I dragged it

2 Seize a sky

I paddled toward the plant-covered shore . . . so I could sprawl in the mud, waves lapping the backs of my knees. Nothing burst out of the grass to eat

Seize a sky

In the mountain all rains fall the same, to the water every stream builds into rivers, so they showed me if I slipped into one I could slip into them all

shower thoughts

My hair’s a rain cloud watering the skin ’round my toes to grow mold. *** find my published books at this link

Some poetic one (or two)-liners

Faith saith the wraith layeth a baked basic basin cake *** Let the rift widen inside the social ostrich secession *** A viking who is a-biking (who is a bi king) *** Shimmy my shame into submission *** Can’t take a criticism of my witticism *** Start building a skyline from scratch to scathe theseContinue reading “Some poetic one (or two)-liners”

meet me at my homestead

Clay creature in my arms, I made more dance runes and answered too many personal questions honestly since this creature seemed to think I’d let it go if

New(ish) Music

I made this song autumn of 2022. When I first came up with the melody/lyrics, I was outside near my apartment, walking around with my baby niece, and the weather was nearly perfect. We hung out by some trees and I felt close to nature in that moment. Like, we’re born out of the earthContinue reading “New(ish) Music”

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

Throw me to the Wolves

Look how fast the tenth rose waning for the death throes, throw me to the wolf flow throws off too many wolves, snuggle up with lug guns, pick your venom ivy violence rapid nihil-ilist convinced entropy waxes to the moon in silent soliquy (not soliloquy), take me ‘cross the river rend, I’ll make tea toContinue reading “Throw me to the Wolves”