Is royal “we” a form of gaslighting? Like, yes, peasant, we think you should pay more taxes, you’re outnumbered. Yes, the collective group think has decided, and you’re the minority vote. Listen, we have your best interest in mind, your needs will be considered as a fraction of our pie. But hey, I totally speakContinue reading “Royal “we””
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Pi
I love you . To infinity and beyond, am I right? Like a circle ever going round, There is no end to our future. We could chase the sun set and rise, eat it like an orange and spill the glow between our teeth at midnight, a night light to remind this bed and starsContinue reading “Pi”
52 (4 years later)
It’s never so simple as a tower of cards crumbling like memories, good or bad divided by battle lines.
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”
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
Gore Gone
Like my poems could carve out chunks of the universe and hand them to you on a platter, I keep hunting between these lines for more time, more light, another night
30- Landscape of a Heart
I took up residence in a library (of course she did) and I took up writing (of course she did) but mostly I took up the chore these mountain dragons never bothered with
rednuht fo seohcE
But the cycle never stops, the kings and the apocalypses, the hearts and traitors and friends of raiders, do you hear it in the hills
Jordyn Saelor 