ocean – Jordyn Saelor

By the light, oh

deliverer sea deity it knew everything there was to know about the moon, every moon on every world

other side

My realm has two sides, the voice said, entirely deeper and softer than the voice in the room where they put a truth spell on me, so that voice must’ve been

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

night scythe

Sauce up some soups with no spices some oils with no prices rices on spoils rise on spools of sallow schooners.

child of rust birthed of dust, passenger clouds make heaven shrouds, open your eyes, deserted cries, forgotten ages of societies vast, prophetic pages now apocalypse past: a stench blew in like rot meets ruin, a storm stirring sand, cup water in hand, drink child of dust, birthed of rust cities– bow back the sea swordContinue reading “Child of Rust”

Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle

God in a bottle, with a scroll from far away, telling me what to do. Surrender to a continental divide, take me left or ride from ocean to ocean, soak it in, this is to teach you obedience, give up your resistance, heed the message in the bottle or fall full throttle from mountain high.Continue reading “Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle”

Tale of Underwater Ghost

Tug of war with the man o’ war one tentacle at a time and maybe you’ll get a ride to a higher plane of existence, or perhaps a deeper one to the shipwrecks and bioluminescent flesh

I ain’t a scientific expert, but.

I ain’t a scientific expert, but. I was doing some research into ocean acidification, plus something I remember from a geology class years ago about limestone in the mountains as evidence of ancient seas there. In that class, I wondered why we didn’t just make more limestone–made of calcium carbonate, or CaCO3, or calcium plusContinue reading “I ain’t a scientific expert, but.”

Try a night, trilobite

here in these midnight afterhours, the world opens with possibility: anything could happen, dreams could come true in an eyeblink, all mysteries could melt out of fossils

The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab

This witch lives in a castle just above the tideline, the sun rises from the yeast and wakes her crusty eyes. She goes out, collecting jellyfish for breakfast, tuna for lunch, but most of the morning she loafs around with Crissy the croissant crab, her best friend and familiar. Sammy the sand witch and CrissyContinue reading “The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab”