poetry – Jordyn Saelor

to the sweetest end

I found a place to lie each night and never called it home, I found a place to eat each day and never called it

play pretend

I had something nice in the city, nice enough I was grateful for the safety, the steady work, the food that didn’t poison me,

previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2026/10/01/now-above-once-under/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** I don’t belong to you and I can’t offer what you’re asking me to, even with another decade of practice: I cannot understand the words of a god, much less its mysterious depths so you may want me for a friend or minister but I cannot be– I’mContinue reading “won’t be my friend”

Horror as Coping

Is it possible for a phobia to give someone PTSD-like symptoms? Unfortunately, yes. Especially if that person is already autistic and highly sensitive to emotions lol. I’ll get into that more at the end of this post, I just needed a bit of context before I recommended some good horror stories and songs that’ve beenContinue reading “Horror as Coping”

now above, once under

Let’s go back before that, to rats in a library: do you think, if I went back to them, they’d recognize a little girl named Ola who used their tunnels to sneak into the library to read books and dreamed of dragons to save her?

religion

Preface this with, I process through poetry, second, I speak only for me, three, ugh I’m scared of being honest, maybe the time will never be right (fight flight fight) but I was a kid told I’d one day be just like my parents, a chain in generations clear through the afterlife and we’d allContinue reading “religion”

power structure

I’d never lived among people shorter than me. These brown people weren’t even that much shorter, just half a head or so but standing with my eyes above the people

have a gander

I explored the city like a good adventurer and learned the river was named after a wellspring in the not-so-distant mountains craggying up the horizon;

Roses are overdone

so I thought, could I bring a fresh new twist to this metaphor of love and thorns? Could I bring attention to the roots, the leaves, the multitude of colors? Or have those also been overused to death? ~~ Hey, here’s a brainstorm idea: in ancient Asia and Europe, they bred roses to have moreContinue reading “Roses are overdone”

prattle chatter

Hey there, whatcha cookin’ can I put my elbow here on your counter, thanks a-mighty, I’m new in town, don’t have much cash but that dish