Land Mark

I hope one day I lay buried
In the hill I died on;
My metal bones jutting out beneath
Skirts of moss and rock

The spring thaw reveals me
In all my rusted splendor
And fresh flowers peek out
Through ancient wounds

Summer sees me repurposed
Repainted by those who still remember
I become the centerpiece
For a festival in sweltering heat

Down fall the leaves from atop my brow
The gangly trees that took root
All give up the ghost they cling to
So they might be saved in time

When snow covers everything
In muffled, blissful silence
It is easier to forget
Just how dark things were

I hope one day I lay buried
In the hill I died on;
Weathered by time and loss
A fixture, a background

I hope one day my bones find use
For those that live above them.

I hope one day I hear them say
That I serve them better this way.


And as your body falls apart around you,
What’s left will grow another;
Like carcinisation, it moves ever closer
To what we ought to be.

Pick up the shell you outgrew,
Frame it, burn it, write about it,
Take a photo that sits lifeless
In a book, forgotten, on the shelf.

Feel the ground like gospel;
It’s never been this new.
Dig deep with digits unfamiliar
Unearth something wholly.

Stumble, pick yourself up.
Stumble, get up again.
Stutter, crack, stumble,
Get. Up.

again. And again. And a

Gain ground from the past
Take light from the future
Molding life out of inanimate
Like you’re your own god.

One day, too, your skin will shed
You’ll molt and peel out, fresh,
Your skin will touch air, new breath,
New words,
To describe your birth,



Quick Update


I’m busy with many things – not the least of which is a fully-fledged TTRPG system I’m in the late stages of developing, plus another text adventure like Drone, a short Twine game I made. I’m also working with my health providers and government about some personal things, so stories will be even more sporadic for a bit here! But i’m okay!

I also wanted to mention that I started a Tumblr for these writings as well; it’ll be the same content that you see here, just on that site instead of this one. So if that’s your preferred site, here’s the link!

I hope you’re all doing well, and keep your eyes peeled for some more stuff from these new worlds.

Meet you at the horizon,

– Jae

Salt in the Wound

Photo by Matheo JBT on Unsplash

This is a part of my Fourth Age Witches series; you can find them all here. The protagonist Calfin uses the neopronouns ze/zim/zir.

The old ship groaned in the whipping wind, always threatening to tip over but never following through.

Yet, thought Calfin, Always yet.

Ze took a look through one of the portholes, scratched on one side and covered with candle soot and ages-old grime on the other. The dried lake looked much the same as it had the past day, last month and the summer before: tediously barren, with a hint of unguided malice to anything that found itself stranded there. No trace of the trio yet.

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