I built a house of burnt logs in the remnants of the town and every night I went to the lake to try to make up runes for chasing and hurting,
Tag Archives: night
with the water/moon
In the rains, what do dracans do? They open their mouths and drink
moon wave
I didn’t want anyone to adopt me, I could take care of myself just fine probably. Or at least I’d made it this far. But I sort of wanted what
nightiaku
ripple blossom rose glisten, under the moonbeam, thirst at lake’s surface
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
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
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”
Glitter/Slaughter, Guts/Sparkle
You know how Harley Quinn sees violence and it’s not ugly, It’s all sparkles and flowers and fountains and furbished mirth upon a javelin? It’s crazy how we all compartmentalize violence like that, it’s crazy how commonplace death is, when I was ten I promised never to hurt another living thing but then had toContinue reading “Glitter/Slaughter, Guts/Sparkle”
Like a Vibe in a First Draft
This poem is something I wrote at the beginning of the 1st draft of So Speaks the Ruinous Light (the book I just published… Which can be found at this link
Jordyn Saelor 