The days are old Sickly, ill, with both a fever and a cold They come one after another, beginningto eat the Christmas tree, with 35…
Posts published in “Byline: SOL JORDAN”
Mooneater, August 2025
Alone, and safe. It’s been a long day. Yet, my body is strangely without ail, and I have little need for dumb shoes up here.…
Ithaca Is Murals
Giving an enthusiastic wave to my friends, I let the back door of Autumn Leaves fall shut behind me, the small bells affirming my exit. …
Querida Llama Pequeña
Oh, pequeña llama azul, cuando no puedo encender un fuego, eres todo lo que necesito.Sigue ardiendo, mi amor, mi cariño,He tenido un día difícil, y…
“He’s still feeling something,” says my friend.
Oh. You keep me to your back,flickin’ your eyes back fast, when you passafraid that your gaze might catch? You vaulting over the handrail, walk…
Of Therapy:
She’s too gentle, really. Quiet. We sit. I sit, absurdly, normally, my feet resting on the ground, my hands draped off opposite arm rests. Tick-tock.…
Soot
It’s a cool night in early August. Just soon enough in the season to shake off what we call reality and not late enough to…
Venting about Trees Chestnut Blight
Find me one forest The one I can’t think of when I try to picture a forest Find me one forest not once leveled in…
