“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed” -Ernest Hemingway* In a more modern sense, I suppose for this poem I will sit down at my keyboard and bleed:) (and if you enjoy this post, I will always appreciate a pizza) *** Hydrogen peroxide graciously gets outContinue reading “One of my favorite quotes”
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Safety Is…
A state of mind, a habit: a finger snap can’t clean the slate of dangerous memories, healing takes time. Pot a cactus somewhere new and spines will still grow but maybe, out of the path of predators, I can learn how to bloom again. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza.Continue reading “Safety Is…”
An English-Spanish Poem
En la llorona, tú sabes el cloudy azul el viento fool eran nunca amigos con tu– la nieve de mi cuerpo freezes la noche negra, slip to the lago hablar a los árboles bailer con los flores en tus sueños. Levantase, en esta cocina, el agua salada se calienta en la kettle, break my corazónContinue reading “An English-Spanish Poem”
Is this too good to be true?
Placid river scene: Reed home, petrichor, gold leaves. What snakes stalk this blue? *** If you’d like to support my work, consider buying me a pizza!
A Nameless Feeling
I hold a nameless feeling in me. Like sorrow mixed with hope mixed with the potential for so much power that my heart’s a water balloon nearly bursting. Or a watermelon detonating at the mere caress of a bumblebee. These veins, trembling as a gnat’s wing, crave to carve the arc of a hurricane intoContinue reading “A Nameless Feeling”
Day 5, I think?
Dear Amnesia is like that friend who’s very friendly to your face but constantly gossips about you behind your back. So yeah, sure, Amnesia’s got a nice reflection to help you ignore the things that pain you, the things keeping you up at night questioning what on earth you’re doing here. “Look, dearie, just soldierContinue reading “Day 5, I think?”
Day 1
Day one of my grand adventure. Today my symptoms include: -stiff throat -twitching through my cheeks I can’t control -blurry vision -dripping nose -swollen vocal cords -shaking My guy, tonight, nothing is nor ever will be okay– is it alright if we just ugly cry?
Language of Perfect Meaning
Are you lsintenig? I am hree in the eceohs of thsee wdors mxied up, scmralbed hlep me put teogehtr my mnid from the mire palese haer my sreacm unedrsntad it in this naitve tonuge (one hreat) we all cmae born wtih. Wake. Need. Seelp. Cry. Are you litseinng? Am I? (one vcoie) Plesae particce wtihContinue reading “Language of Perfect Meaning”
Can’t Take It With You
Pack it all up in boxes, there, there you go, some things you need, some things you care for, neatly tucked away. But it isn’t the stuff I’m not taking that I’ll miss, so much as the memories clung to them like Spring Breeze fabric freshener that I cannot imitate in any other season ofContinue reading “Can’t Take It With You”
Eternity
We may be apart for tomorrow and every month for the rest of the year, but please believe this (what I keep repeating to myself): we will find home in each other’s arms again– some day, some year, eventually. Because we have all eternity to say hello again. *** If you’d like to support thisContinue reading “Eternity”
Jordyn Saelor 