trauma – Jordyn Saelor

boy

In the aftermath of fighting for my life at least twice my soul lay like an ash field of nightmares and memories of how I survived, but there

savage

The village stranger loses her curiosity after a year or so, the adventurer learns the names of the log cabin dwellers

By the light, oh

deliverer sea deity it knew everything there was to know about the moon, every moon on every world

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”

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”