Whispers wash over her like waves
a closet with the light on
blue like the middle of the ocean
on a sunny day. The
tea
whistles
and the house settles
as she settles her thoughts.
Good Night, Mom
She pours her tea
as her feet shuffle
against the floorboards
She’s art I tell ya,
a masterpiece.
Saschia Johnson
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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 on 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.
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