acid souls, dreamer knolls, emerald scales, shale-tough tails. Forest peaks, spruce-blue trees, poison shrouds, wing-swept clouds. My green dragon ride called herself Sliptide, or the equivalent in her slippery serpent language. I practiced her
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6- up again
(slight trigger warning for this poem: short descriptions of death and carnage) *** The green dragon almost didn’t want to go back home, she wanted to fly past the desert I’d never crossed and find a sea and eat the
live forever
What’s the biggest asteroid of my heart still spinning ‘round inside me? I don’t think it’s you. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s the knight I killed on my seventieth birthday
Dogs
Please, I’m one of the dogs, this time, preaching to the preachy choir about how to start the fire. To hunt after our violent ruler, we must prepare a pact, bind the pack and make our dog hearts wolves
Rulers/Rebels
I have lived under many dystopian regimes. Rulers come, and rulers topple, children die in some sad squabble, rockets fly
orbital HEART
Imagine if my insides held a solar system. Here is my stomach, hot and glowing blue, where all the energy radiates from, out through the rest of me. Here is my mind, made of many moons, always admiring the beauty of my pieces. My fingers reach like the distant dwarf planets, cold to touch, andContinue reading “orbital HEART”
The Aliens Are Unionizing
Baskets woven by alien women are still just baskets and eons went with no one asking for equal pay across the planets, “How dare they,” Matila mutters one day, “pay us less for our work?” So Matila forms the galactic guild of weavers, every Sunday they meet to discuss payment in yen but no oneContinue reading “The Aliens Are Unionizing”
Jordyn Saelor 