If we grew up underwater, accustomed to salt in our cuts, would hurts to our emotions hurt less by comparison? With each reverbing thrum of all aquatic speech, would we feel the meaning of each other’s words closer to our ribs? In the twilight ocean, would we use our eyes less to guess each other’sContinue reading “Aquatic Speech”
Tag Archives: poetry
52 (4 years later)
It’s never so simple as a tower of cards crumbling like memories, good or bad divided by battle lines.
riven/rend
nail open sponge crust expose soft secret magma lava leaks like blood *** find my first published book at this link find other stories I’ve written here
from one depressed poet to another
So many of my metaphors attempt to describe the ocean of sadness in me, as if to a neighboring world with no water. I am Earth; you are Mars;
Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle
God in a bottle, with a scroll from far away, telling me what to do. Surrender to a continental divide, take me left or ride from ocean to ocean, soak it in, this is to teach you obedience, give up your resistance, heed the message in the bottle or fall full throttle from mountain high.Continue reading “Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle”
Prometheus/Persephone
They say a relationship won’t save you, but I am still a social animal, falling prey to silly things like a need for validation
Silly humility/frogs in the water
silly humility got me like frogs in the water blinking black soggy eyes, silly humility got me an illusion
Generative AI
It is not a thing in the cloud. Not nebulously floating around, summoned by the beckon of a button, convenient, easy, fun. It is a thing broken
I’m comin’ like a stormwall
gonna descend on the denizens of this world, think they’re wise with their minds caught up in city hives
No shame, angst, insecurity
no shame, angst, insecurity can come burning this town down, all deadly thoughts, I soak ‘em in sound.
Jordyn Saelor 