rhyming poem – Jordyn Saelor

If a word exists, you were not the first one to say it,

So let me be the first to say, Happy San Paddywack Dia, alleft, now get a gerbilish move on, a crouton meets Charon, a Pluto meets Pharaoh, go grab that batter thingy kerbober or we’ll go zeroely conbotcher, take that, you’re a piddly puff, a pinky pie, fztcrack the bamclack and ripreronrahroo. Oh, it’s easyContinue reading “If a word exists, you were not the first one to say it,”

Dreaming of Sparrows

There go the sparrows shot through with piercing arrows cut in hollow marrows, fall from fresh air to the steel wheelbarrow clanging like a bell in a Christmas carol

Christmas Keening

Fill me up, or don’t it’s no big deal I come to the feast hungry, really, it’s fine, I can eat later. Later, when there’s space for me at the table. — Red wrapping paper, winter sleds, plans to wake up early from our beds. As kids, we got dozens of gifts we wanted. ButContinue reading “Christmas Keening”