planet – Jordyn Saelor

9- Retrospect

In retrospect, the destruction of a planet lasts an instant. In the moment, the destruction occurs as a slow peeling apart of mountain from valley, as an unending barrage of raining

Seizing Sunlight

Planet of mine, I don’t know why we speak like you can hear us and answer in our tongue–we are the children of your dirt who haven’t touched home in generations, we are the choir of your winds,

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”