If you quell the pain, prickles remain, and I feel so detached from the past, I could be a stranger in the memories of danger, like they burn a different skin. I wanna heal from the thunder squeal, but my midnight brain plays the game “How can we twist imagination’s eye to warp this pictureContinue reading “I keep calling for this rain”
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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”
Wisdom of the Ancients
If I could go back to my prime with all I know now, maybe I could really accomplish something. Make something of my joyous name, make this laughing spell between us stay the same. But what is my “prime”? Seven years old, innocent, playing games of succession? Eleven, on the cusp of depression? Older, myContinue reading “Wisdom of the Ancients”
It’s up on Amazon
The book is available on Amazon. What book? Zis book
I’m publishing a book (surprise?)
I have massive autistic PDA, meaning I really hate it when people tell me to do things. Do I’m not going to tell you that you have to go buy my book. I’m just going to tell you about it, and you get to decide
Mind
You don’t need an astral plane, Sliptide said, eating her fish. You need to recover from whatever you did and saw on that stone mesa. And I said, I spent seventy years learning what took most demons and
Hello, Village of My Heart
gonna make you wait and make you pay, takin’ names killin’ fame– oh this typical teenage rebellion just comes sweepin’ in on coatclaws of trepid traumatization and I don’t want this job anymore so please protect them, and there, and these, and here and keep our village safe so the rebels do not actually haveContinue reading “Hello, Village of My Heart”
Hope of Coping
For so long, I survived, biding my time– saying I bottled up the bruises sounds cliché but clichés sometimes hold true. I was a glimmery glass bottle, like they say, I reflected sunlight, blinding outsiders from what I held, I carried on by a determination to carry this heavy heart to some higher mountain, someContinue reading “Hope of Coping”
big bad butterfly effect
Sometimes I fear causing change in the world–because what if me randomly commenting on, say, someone’s shoes has a lot of negative, unintended consequences? See: the butterfly effect. A butterfly flapping wings in Peru might cause a tornado in Texas. A tiny change now might cause massive impacts in the future. Unintended consequences stress meContinue reading “big bad butterfly effect”
Cory’s Story: where memories leak through
Something…dark and painful was happening. Cory blinked, finding himself in bed, laced gray boots propped on the bed frame. He rubbed his temples and slowly bent his legs, sitting up. Something dark and painful was happening. He’d just been somewhere… Something about butter. But the memory of it was fading like a pond draining. HeContinue reading “Cory’s Story: where memories leak through”
Jordyn Saelor 