poet – Jordyn Saelor

rescue

The fire and smoke summoned flying shadows blotting out the sun and they brought silent rain upon the flames. I just treaded water,

In this love we argue and compromise, like fault lines scraping against each other, shifting to settle into something new. The crusts and mountain ranges of our lives evolve in response to limits, boundaries, giving or needing, and it isn’t always pretty but I’d rather push our relationship higher than pull back and leave thisContinue reading “Mariana”

or (to the shore line)

The grass, trees, vines and algae left hardly any room for rune drawing so I ended up walking/crawling

clock/night watch

I watch the clock like a hawk, stressed for the alarm to blare; it doesn’t care that it scares away the mice in the nightmare nice but there in the sleep stare at least I don’t have to climb out of bed sleep-deprived and go to work for another greedy jerk to take credit forContinue reading “clock/night watch”

resource

I walked up to a tree and only fell once—into a spherical bush—along the way then I whacked at a mossy branch until it fell off then I dragged it

Being asexual, kind of

2 Seize a sky

I paddled toward the plant-covered shore . . . so I could sprawl in the mud, waves lapping the backs of my knees. Nothing burst out of the grass to eat

name no god but silence

I wanna write a poem about the gum, drum, bubbleguppy beat drop, feel the bass hit my face raise my waist to the grace at the table say a prayer to the grave or the stable (are you real are you real?) nothing answers, nothing matters, chase the bass drop fallin’ face flop hit theContinue reading “name no god but silence”

Seize a sky

In the mountain all rains fall the same, to the water every stream builds into rivers, so they showed me if I slipped into one I could slip into them all

fever pitch

Some things are hard to put into words. So let’s begin with the big picture; the phenomenon is called, the kid grows up and gets more progressive than their parents, that’s nothing new, they’ve been saying it of every generation for centuries. When I was little, I thought my parents were the wisest on politics,Continue reading “fever pitch”