poem – Page 40 – Jordyn Saelor

Shatter (a lonely Christmas poem)

One, wait for the light to come on again. You ain’t ever going to kill hope because if you did I’d be a dead girl out of matchsticks.

knife of petals, cut the earth

And I am born of the dreamers’ deadliest desires.
Not what you liked, Dahlia, you who are down to earth?
Every petal takes a cut against my worth,

A half-revised article on failing

My original title idea for this was “No revisions: article on failing.” Because I had in mind the idea that I should fail in some way as I write about failing, about how failure is trying is improving and learning. Except then the idea of actually posting something that I hadn’t revised at all freakedContinue reading “A half-revised article on failing”