Salomé Saffiri

Joined June 2021

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Bio

Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.

Achievements (1)

Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge

Stories (48/0)

Expire like a can of SPAM
I'm suddenly so tired. Just moments prior I lived, I hustled. Today has given me a reason To think that I might perish -
By Salomé Saffiri3 months ago in Poets
I ate a magic sandwich for a snack. Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge.
-How hungry are you? -Hungry as a LION! -What will the lion eat? Would ask my Mum To be so hungry - must be terrifying...
By Salomé Saffiri4 months ago in Poets
We used to play a game, this silly game
We used to play a game, this silly game.. You asked me dreamily: "What are we eating?" Clutching my stomach I would say a name
By Salomé Saffiri4 months ago in Poets
Some days I wish I were a walnut. Top Story - February 2024.
Some days I wish I were a walnut, And thought my shell to be the extent of the world. I'd know every crevasse, every wrinkle of my shell
By Salomé Saffiri4 months ago in Poets
Two foxes lying in the snow. Content Warning.
Two foxes lying in the snow. One saying to the other: "You used to sound like Spring; The drumming of your heart, with rhythm of it's own,
By Salomé Saffiri5 months ago in Poets
In roots of Maple tree
I placed you, tightly wrapped in shirt, In roots of maple tree When it’s my time to lie in dirt I hope you’ll wait for me
By Salomé Saffiri5 months ago in Poets
The Good Death
“..You are either planting the seed or watering it..” J. laughs, as I tell her my spiritual snafu at the vet’s office. Am I as annoying as the religious folk, I wonder. I try not to be. I try to only divulge the information that is benign enough and can be applied to both religious and spiritual people, akin to:
By Salomé Saffiri5 months ago in Journal
Misplaced? How silly..
Misplaced? How silly… I am not misplaced. YOU think that I’m misplaced, reaching at night, feeling with your palm where I used to lie. You cry not finding me, but truly- you shouldn’t.
By Salomé Saffiri5 months ago in Petlife
I war no more. Content Warning.
Sirens Wind Chimes Sandcastles Postcard Grave The sirens scream: “Air raid! Seek shelter!” I'll close my eyes, And hear the windchimes.
By Salomé Saffiri5 months ago in Poets
Sing, Cicada. Serenade!
Whisper whisper in the night Chatter chatter Tiny voices serenade Of what matters: Seventeen cascading years
By Salomé Saffiri5 months ago in Poets
Orwellian Scenario. Top Story - February 2024.
A farmer Breeding goats and sheep for County fair in May Decided they will learn to speak before the Labor Day.
By Salomé Saffiri5 months ago in Poets
He, who hath no uterus. Content Warning.
A life Begins at Conception. Did somebody ask Every Fetus? Or did God in His greatest deception
By Salomé Saffiri5 months ago in Poets

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Salomé Saffiri

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Stories (48/0)

Expire like a can of SPAM

I ate a magic sandwich for a snack. Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge.

We used to play a game, this silly game

Some days I wish I were a walnut. Top Story - February 2024.

Two foxes lying in the snow. Content Warning.

In roots of Maple tree

The Good Death

Misplaced? How silly..

I war no more. Content Warning.

Sing, Cicada. Serenade!

Orwellian Scenario. Top Story - February 2024.

He, who hath no uterus. Content Warning.

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