writing – Jordyn Saelor

savage

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

I’m nervous about sharing this poem, because it’s maybe a little too vulnerable, but…depression really does get like this sometimes. It comes and goes in waves and when the waves go real low, well…it feels like this poem. Sometimes I get discouraged and just existing feels really hard. But I wrote this poem a littleContinue reading “Hiatus for the Unrequited”

moon wave

I didn’t want anyone to adopt me, I could take care of myself just fine probably. Or at least I’d made it this far. But I sort of wanted what

nightiaku

ripple blossom rose glisten, under the moonbeam, thirst at lake’s surface

village of dracans

The dracans lived without roofs, not even invisible magic ones. Their homes looked like log cabins if the logs were woven like yarn

Awareness Month

Disclaimer: the views expressed in this post represent those of a single autistic individual, who does not represent all or any other autistic people. April is Autism Awareness Month. Just like March is the month to notice the melting snow and budding trees. Just like October is the month stirring pumpkin spice in the air.Continue reading “Awareness Month”

in the garden crave

The creature carved fish skins off by sticking a foot inside its wide open beak. Therefore it couldn’t see me that well so I dug a shallow pit in the dirt with my paddle feet and drew oversized runes to start a fire

i miss (this)

Scuttle hug meet the rug hey how you doin’ down there? I miss the act of starting over like I had nothing to lose, no memories, no reputable ruse; instead I start over with all this baggage cuz I gotta know who i am after the rules and stories i used to be– i missContinue reading “i miss (this)”

I’m afraid

Yes, the lake had fish. No, I couldn’t catch any. So after a dozen failed attempts at nabbing slick blue fins I just waited out the fire that burned the whole

Back North

Hey Kid, it’s been a while since I’ve been back north. Have the daffodils sprung up yet in the flower beds? Have the magnolias bloomed? Are the puddles expanding outside the window, are your boots tall enough to stomp through them and stay dry up top? Hey Kid, I listened to a Raye song, andContinue reading “Back North”