A place where you can be human.
There was this world
my escape
but the demand for my attention was too great
fantasies nudged me awake all hours
the picturesque garden and nipping faries
and the words
they poisoned my proper shapes
in such a fantastic way
in a way hope was made toxic
And so I tilled but not for long
my pride got the best of me
for the world was much too fertile
and I confused the growth
for the jars of jam I canned through the winter.
-Saschia Johnson
Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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Yum. can i come and taste the jam?
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