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run away

I finally made a table of contents page: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** This story isn’t about revenge, remember? So I’m done writing about my mother. Needless to say, in real life, dragons don’t come to help out lonely little girls. In real life, it takes a potion that almost melts your leg off to decide to runContinue reading “run away”

floorboards unheard

Memorize where there’s creaks in the floor, trying not to wake nobody or pour these noises to the boards for the downstairs neighbors, I should go to bed get these eyes who want to cry some rest but I confess I’m terrified tonight, every night– not of the dark itself but of being blind toContinue reading “floorboards unheard”

Fairy Dairy, Fairly Vicious

Fairy dairy, fairly vicious vegetations and blaze. Very scary, barely delicious dedications can’t phase me. So I will grow out of the enchanted golden grove where tiny goats on ladybug back roam, to one day tease my tongue over the spiny mountainsides of gumball earth wadding my yawning mouth. *** find my published novel atContinue reading “Fairy Dairy, Fairly Vicious”

stories aren’t real

(find the previous part here) *** of course we know stories aren’t real. But we are real (probably) and language is real (for all its holes) and imagination and empathy are real and in the bubbling soup of us, words, and pretend, out comes this flavor of bakery-made meals and warm bread, or maybe tastesContinue reading “stories aren’t real”

Witches and Fishes

part 2 of Can’t Catch Me Now (find part 1 at this link) *** Mother was a witch, my father caught fish together they raised one beautiful girl and by raised I mean neglected, (TW: neglect and abuse so skip this account if you can’t stand the truth) In my earliest memories I ate foodContinue reading “Witches and Fishes”

Frage Stight

Maneuver a bull on the stage, lime lights seeing red read your lines in a dizzy haze black out cue the narrator: the popsicle obstacle went on a journey in this journal, where Brother Blood meets Mother Mud is when Jose complains no way he’ll crochet, sodadoughs are almost palindromic but yikes the lemon lightContinue reading “Frage Stight”

legend has it

(part 1 of Can’t Catch Me Now) Legend has it our ancestors came crawling from the ocean to avoid a whirlpool and built log huts to sleep in then never left. Legend has it, the whirlpool came from an angered sea god, and legend says a land god gave our ancestors legs and lungs toContinue reading “legend has it”

Perfection-whism

Sometimes I feel I have to present my bestest self just for someone to take notice, and if nobody does I just gotta try harder. I just gotta cut sharper through the apathy, trickle a clever-er metaphor into someone’s heart like suddenly their veins will go “Oh, I understand.” But sometimes, I need to breakContinue reading “Perfection-whism”