Jordan Shiveley (Dread Singles)

I wonder if Paul Atreides ever calls Muad’dibs on the last spice cake…

OOPS ALL DAEMONS: BOYFRIEND CORPSE EDITION

I bet that goes smoothly with no complications

now he has to hunt him down and bone…rebone(?)…him

a black and white photo of a woman in a floral dress . ALT: a black and white photo of a woman in a floral dress .

the slouching boneless meat husk of his boyfriend LITERALLY stole his heart

smol sneak peak, wip notes

Cmon kid just reach out and jiggle that guys brain around a little inside his skull

or, and yes this is pulling from the TTRPG canon, “energy drain” the power cells of weapons that are pointed at them

It’s like when jedis never think to just use the force to eject the energy cells/magazines from opponents guns

If I can move a quarter through all the chutes and slots in a snack machine I can definitely detach this asshole guards optic nerves

if I can turn a glass of water into a floating maelstrom I can pull the aqueous humor out of his eyes too

when will my raatma come home from the sea*…

*sewer

I mean this kid just made a glass of water turn into a cyclone in the air so I think the jump to oh ima pull the blood in the veins so the nerves detach or whatever should be simpler than that

There’s no way they’re giving me my stock back

yeah love that they not only fucked me once but twice

You have telekinesis and can pick up fluids and operate machinery with it…time to start causing aneurysms kids

I’m watching that new show the Institute and man don’t kids watch Scanners anymore, real lack of imagination on how to use their powers

hehe whomp whomp we need club tshirts

72.

when you take bites
of what I’ve offered
mincing and particular
like a bird alighting
on a new ledge

after you have swallowed
and wiped your lips
on the bedspread
i wait for the moment
of recognition
the widening of your eyes
into mirrors
clean and new
like the sky after rain

66.

wish upon a star
swallowed and held
aching

wormwood
hand around my
throat

wormwood
words bitten to
the quick

always swallowed
never spoken

hallelujah

blood welling in
a cut

hallelujah

an ache
without name

hallelujah

a grave
a grave
a grave

63.

this is not
a first kiss
a hand slid slick
and insistent
between
welcoming thighs

it is a moan
a prayer
bit down through
tongue and lips
that we curse
each other with
until all we can
remember
is a shape
in a doorway
moving
away

62.

sometimes failure
feels like a crushed rib
a punctured lung
a hand crushed
in rusted gears
except
when it sidles close
hips press flat
and breath hot upon
your neck
then it can be
more like
release

59.
my veins

that’s it
that’s the tweet
did you expect
something better
like an exposure
a tearing rift of self
a wound that I present
shyly

veins that thrum
like a theremin betwixt
the duality of my need
and your gaze

sorry
that’s the draft folder
this is the tweet

my👏veins👏

no YOU wrote a triptych of poems about Pamela Voorhees and now don’t know what to do with them besides a little zine…. 😅

NOICE

good idea/bad idea

a zine that the theme is all my Apex Mag rejected flash stories 😎

numinous in the sheets…the sheets the Sheets the SHEETSsheEets sheets sheets SHEETS SHEETS the sheets SHEETS SHEETS the sheets the sheets the sheets sheets we have always lived in the sheets sheets SHEETS SHEETSthe sheets the sheets the sheets sheets sheets sheets there have never been any streets

making sure all my boys know how numinous they are

“It’s so pretty outside today”

he said descending into the windowless basement for a ten hour shift

Don’t let this discourage you just be very vigilant