war – Jordyn Saelor

worlds between us

I’m not even from this world, I came through a portal a sea god made so clearly the moon didn’t kill all the other gods but I have no quarrel with you

Did you know this was a protest song about Vietnam? Yet it’s blasting on the speakers at the 4th of July street party. (I was born in the USA) I was born way after Vietnam but I’ve been around for Iran, Ukraine, Gaza, Afghanistan (I was born in the USA) and the wars are soContinue reading “born in the usa”

sea/so say the caricaurs

So say the caricaurs, once, many species lived around the lake, dracans and caricaurs, joblins and borres, plant queens and sky frights. Then the beliefs of the people created gods

with the water/moon

In the rains, what do dracans do? They open their mouths and drink

outlast what lasts forever

With lightning from their tails, they set the plant food haze aflame, behind lightning from spiked tails

Training barrage

Studying amongst immortal demons and dragons–keeping myself alive on life force and blood–must’ve messed up my sense of time, cuz Rails sped like a rumbling train before I had time to look back. She didn’t spend seventy-something years at a witch school, but she learned what I taught her about

My New Favorite Song

“The State of the World” by Kalandra was released just yesterday, and I’m kind of obsessed with it. It’s a plea to the planet. A hunt for peace. The music video’s lovely, the singing’s on point, the piano and strings work together harmoniously… I personally struggle to describe the sound of music in words, butContinue reading “My New Favorite Song”

Red

red, bred, red for the breading the breeding and sneezing sit home sick with our sluggish lungs tryna breathe–we concern ourselves here with aftermaths. The revolution revolves the rulers lose the rebels rule new rebels choose a wiser head than the rulers’ abuse unless it’s a ruse then the bread

Billiards with Books

The rules are, you slide books across the tile, and knock ’em out the doors to score points on classics, but you lose if you hit out the baby books–why the baby books, who knows

Retribution Comes

There’s a storm in the fire, here, or is it just a cloud that cannot quench the desert’s thirst?