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Tag Archives: reflection
12- do you think
do you think there’s a league of mindless immortal dragons advocating for their rights (answer: unknown) Do you think it’s easier to return to the astral plane while gutted on
Wood Cutting Yew
When talking in terms of how deep you wound me, we aren’t like that old trick question, “how far can you walk into a forest?” You know the answer, you can only walk halfway into a forest, because after that
Precious Crumbs
That moment when you wake from a nap and try to count the minutes you were out by the number of pins and needles in your feet–is it only your tired brain that can’t peg a number on
Charlie’s ABCs
Attention, Baby Craves. Deep Energy Family’s Gotta Have. I Just Know…
Seedlings (or, short random poems)
Scales of green bark flake from the oaks exposing fraying hair follicles. — Winter–the earth’s season of self-care and haircuts. — diagram the cytoplasm around the golgi’s chasms, what does that thing do again? — clumsy as a giant, I dye a gram of petunia seeds pink, train them to sprout under stars — weContinue reading “Seedlings (or, short random poems)”
Video Games
Do I take this for a sign of the breakdown of society? Or evidence for the inner voice asking if I’m fully human? I play video games but only multiplayer ones because I always pick the support character (the healer, the one making everyone else better, but who’s less-than-great at standing on their own)– itContinue reading “Video Games”
Another AI Generated Blurb/Happy Thanksgiving
Douse the house with a dosing hose do a do-si-do huck a hohoho The rustling in the neighbors’ closets Is a bit of everything And then they say, yeah, that tastes good, so…what do we do? Our brains are really good at hiding these kinds of cognitive biases. As Charlie tells his story, being aContinue reading “Another AI Generated Blurb/Happy Thanksgiving”
Bury a Berry (nonsense dreams)
bury a berry in the blurry blue barrens, let it blossom tonight. In your sleep, grow Roanoke the lost colony grow rowan, oak to shroud it in mystery grow an old oak to remember go row a boat to escape december chasing happily ever after a tirade of tears and laughter. – bury a blueberryContinue reading “Bury a Berry (nonsense dreams)”
Somelodies (or, 3 Haikus)
Three–drown crying minds. Seek screaming, famed raves, but crave Lonely melody. Two–externalize. Carve howls into an ice wind, freeze winter and sweat. One–on tongues, snow flies. Tell silent, nameless graves: burn, wreath your peace in ash. *** Enjoy this poem? Consider buying me a pizza
Jordyn Saelor 