It’s simple: the point of poetry is to feel new feelings, or think new thoughts. Now if that’s not clear, you can go check out this 50-minute video ;) which taught me everything I know about poetry. (Just kidding. Kind of.) But here I’ll try to summarize and write some of my own opinions. ForContinue reading “The Best Poetry Advice I’ve Ever Received”
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buy me a pizza, not a coffee, please
ways autistic traits impact my daily life #2 I’ve only had caffeine a few times in my life. They’ve all ended badly. Once when I was 10 or 12 or 13, I had a can of soda with caffeine. It wasn’t even the whole can. Probably less than half. Unfortunately for my family, we wereContinue reading “buy me a pizza, not a coffee, please”
do you regret the headline photos?
Do you miss me? I miss you. Last I saw you, head on my pillow, your face lit up my phone screen. They got the picture of you all wrong. – Teen drunk driver T-bones car, family of four rushed to hospital. – You made a joke of your senior year photo, you told theContinue reading “do you regret the headline photos?”
Cory’s Story: tell the timeless waters
…this place seems timeless. Magical. Enchanted. Winnie, can you hear me? Cory. Yes. I do hear you. I’m not close enough to the front to see. What’s going on? This desert is red, like Ribbon said. Spoke. Explained. Anything else? Yes. Plenty. I walk, and nothing changes. I am hungry, but continue to walk. IContinue reading “Cory’s Story: tell the timeless waters”
Cory’s Story: Ventriloquist
Hi. How are you doing? Do you have a name? Ventriloquist. My name’s Cory. How are you doing? I feel so…alone. I have news for you, then. We’re part of a system. There’s many people here, like Ribbon, or Jasmine, or…maybe we’ll ignore the ski lodge occupants right now. I cannot be alone. Let meContinue reading “Cory’s Story: Ventriloquist”
Cory’s Story: overgrown insanity garden in 6 simple steps
What is going on? You can hear me? You can hear me! Yeah, Cory, nice and loud. Ribbon, thank goodness. We’re in a red desert and I have no idea what’s going on. Red? The last desert was brown. Regardless, could you stop shouting? I’m not trying to shout. It’s just that red deserts aren’tContinue reading “Cory’s Story: overgrown insanity garden in 6 simple steps”
January 19th, 2022/surreal dream logic
Today’s Prompt: Write about something mysterious. Vague. Soft. Paintings of gray birds peel from the wallpaper. I dream the whole flock of paper painted birds crowds around the window well and begs for their freedom. I dream the pain in my lower back from sleeping sideways will either sprout to angel wings or horrific, skeletalContinue reading “January 19th, 2022/surreal dream logic”
Cory’s Story: conversations but as pies
Hello. Nobody can hear you, what do you think you’re doing? Trying to see if anybody can hear me. … Nobody can hear me, I know. I got that. Where do you think they are? You’re asking me? Might as well. Not close to the front, that’s where. Where do you think we are? InContinue reading “Cory’s Story: conversations but as pies”
Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters
The evidence of pain pulsed across the body, like paint stains. Cory came to, skin stinging, surrounded by shards of metal scattered across rocks. Dull red rocks. He groaned. And stopped groaning, from the shock of the body’s young, girlish voice. Cory pushed himself up, blinking against glimmering sunlight, shoving aside sharp rocks so theyContinue reading “Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters”
Cory’s Story: a little’s life logic
(ps, “a little” in a dissociative system refers to a child-aged alter) *** I’m smart. Are you proud of me? I always thought of you as very intelligent. But yes, I suppose I’m extra proud of you. I figured it out. Figured what out? Everyone around here is sad and mopey, but not me. ThatContinue reading “Cory’s Story: a little’s life logic”
Jordyn Saelor 