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run away

I finally made a table of contents page: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** This story isn’t about revenge, remember? So I’m done writing about my mother. Needless to say, in real life, dragons don’t come to help out lonely little girls. In real life, it takes a potion that almost melts your leg off to decide to runContinue reading “run away”

floorboards unheard

Memorize where there’s creaks in the floor, trying not to wake nobody or pour these noises to the boards for the downstairs neighbors, I should go to bed get these eyes who want to cry some rest but I confess I’m terrified tonight, every night– not of the dark itself but of being blind toContinue reading “floorboards unheard”

dream

previous part here *** (trigger warning: this poem discusses child abuse) my dream was to run away and ask a sea god to adopt me. Or maybe a dragon. Maybe, I’d have to trick a demon to trip through a portal in order to prove myself worthy of the land god’s love, or maybe I’dContinue reading “dream”

Fairy Dairy, Fairly Vicious

Fairy dairy, fairly vicious vegetations and blaze. Very scary, barely delicious dedications can’t phase me. So I will grow out of the enchanted golden grove where tiny goats on ladybug back roam, to one day tease my tongue over the spiny mountainsides of gumball earth wadding my yawning mouth. *** find my published novel atContinue reading “Fairy Dairy, Fairly Vicious”

May 20th, 2025/book recs

Lately, I’ve been reading Chloe Hayden’s book Different, Not Less and it’s highly informative. She also gave an excellent TED Talk recently. The past couple years, I’ve read a few other books in this genre/niche of “I’m autistic, here’s a memoir about my life, as well as tons of research and information about what itContinue reading “May 20th, 2025/book recs”

stories aren’t real

(find the previous part here) *** of course we know stories aren’t real. But we are real (probably) and language is real (for all its holes) and imagination and empathy are real and in the bubbling soup of us, words, and pretend, out comes this flavor of bakery-made meals and warm bread, or maybe tastesContinue reading “stories aren’t real”

trans woman on mother’s day

When you were little and went to church, it felt like they worshipped women instead of the Father for a day. Sons and husbands, honor her; daughters, look who you’ll become. Boys, treat a woman right (she’s always right) and you’ll be happy forever. When you were older, and being a girl felt more rightContinue reading “trans woman on mother’s day”