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Productivity, Toxic
Productivity induces anxiety, like, you are a machine, so you are worth something when you produce, you are a train, chugging for the change, you’re a factory, a battery, an engine, when you produce more, you make more, you are more, if you’re idling you’re wasting gasoline, if you’re not creating, you’re a canvas withoutContinue reading “Productivity, Toxic”
Dreaming of Sparrows
There go the sparrows shot through with piercing arrows cut in hollow marrows, fall from fresh air to the steel wheelbarrow clanging like a bell in a Christmas carol
Diasozo
(to carry through safely, preserve through danger) Danger inches and slithers on zealous omens, In the dusk night it cackles to the stars and the Alabaster moon playing easy on the eyes
Ice Cream on a Plate
Ice cream on a plate reminds me of birthdays: sitting around the table
under wafting waxy candle smoke, soggy cake and vanilla
Wrists in the Blissful Sea
Literal literary list:
miss the analysis kiss the lysis alyssum alyssis ask asylum assist us — Nonsense-san decrees: I can’t give you the happy ending first, it will completely confuse you,
Fields of Frozen Flowers
Here is a poem about loneliness. *** I don’t know how to explain this “normal.” I think you have to live this, it’s like explaining smells to someone who can’t smell it’s like explaining childbirth to someone who’s never given birth it’s like I have
Wood Cutting Yew
When talking in terms of how deep you wound me, we aren’t like that old trick question, “how far can you walk into a forest?” You know the answer, you can only walk halfway into a forest, because after that
Found this Song at 2 am
fun facts:
Freezing Rain
There’s pretzels outside. Dipped in clear chocolate, hanging low over creaking snow. The crunchy candy’s layered thick, inviting a thirsty lick, a cold touch crackles it breaks the pretzel salt on the sidewalk sprinkled for freshly baked branches.
Jordyn Saelor 