poet – Jordyn Saelor

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

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”

Hala

We do not regret this we are glad just to take part in who you become

shower thoughts

My hair’s a rain cloud watering the skin ’round my toes to grow mold. *** find my published books at this link

By the light, oh

deliverer sea deity it knew everything there was to know about the moon, every moon on every world

can’t let Stranger Things go

As you may or may not know, I wasn’t very happy at how Stranger Things queerbaited its audience. In the past week or so, I’ve decided to do something with my annoyed feelings. That is, I started writing a

Place where the demons go

I tried to ignore this big question and instead scowled at the lightning creature’s head and wide hips and demanded my mechanical arm back

Unto this aftermath

In the fallout from a frightening world, may we sculpt our nightmares into architectures of memory for future generations to climb and build their dreams up to the towering stars. *** Check out this ICE out of Minnesota page and this page for ways to help