January 2019 – Page 2

Project Deconstruct

Just give me a world where I can wear binoculars and collect grains of meaning I will hunt for the center til it spins into the abyss I will search near and far with hopes that it will all lead to the place where the sea finally meets the sky -Saschia Johnson

The Time Is Now

I’m waiting for that time to come For the perfect moment For a time to breath, to think But the best time is now I should get more focused now Because later might not come So I need to mix my clay, gather my bricks, and start stacking bit by bit -Saschia

Little purple person

Who are you when you’re not looking, when that sweat is dripping from your brow When your feet are up on the couch. Can you define yourself? Not your hobbies or your top responsibilities, but who you are, those spaces, between your out-right maddening choices? “I’m a little purple person,” it whispered in my ear. “IContinue reading “Little purple person”

Snuggles

I just wanna snuggle. I wanna wrap my arms around him or make him rub my belly. I just need him close cuz I missed him lots today.

Words

It’s not 12 yet I still have time to finish today’s checklist There’s a world at my fingertips If I could just grasp it Wrangle it in and spit it into words Zaza zoom… Bada bing… Hmm… I guess those aren’t the words I’m looking for -Sasch

Doors 1/3/19

Ultima Thule

Nutella Jar

I saw a woman Fish into her purse and pull out a spoon then the jar of Nutella Now, I love me some Nutella but I’m not sure I’d carry around an entire jar with a spoon -Saschia Johnson Propped upright

Propped upright

Upright because I can breath no other way Propped like a doll in a pillow shop placed snug between designer pillows Except I’m no designer item Just a prop A comfort a symbol of home I am home between the pillows not because of the pillows I’m home because the stuff inside me the stuffContinue reading “Propped upright”

song tune

The moon the sky Have I heard her song Is the tune my own The lyrics circle my car Echoes of ghosts ask if I’ve eaten They take my hand and offer me raw honey The bees vibrations buzz around me Do I have to ask if they’ll sting?