Jayne

I will stand on the shoulders of my enemies To place the angel delicately a top my Christmas tree Their selfish acts beside mine Only my acts so deeply rooted by my own ancestors That they have become a catapult An explosion of sticky wet truth Like an orgasm at just the right time IContinue reading

Sharing my feelings

As long as I can put words to the way I feel, it’s free and open to the public. Unfortunately, living that way can frustrating because so many people are scared to share their own feelings. Why would I continue to be so honest and care free with my thoughts and feelings knowing it leavesContinue reading “Sharing my feelings”

Thought and Planned

Finally in love with me. From inside the depths of my soul to my roots of curls. I’ve waited so long to feel so healthy, so healed, and so ready to take on life. I thought and planned that by the time I got here I’d be celebrating with you. Maybe you weren’t meant toContinue reading “Thought and Planned”

The Perfect Storm

From the angered deep The water sloshes Globs of water Thicker than waves Roar Youths lift fishies by the gallon And do gooders curl up in corners Unharmed But the untamed the uncouth They dive in Some make it back to the boat Others don’t survive -Saschia

On Writing

The first draft is just you telling yourself the story ― Terry Pratchett What I’m struggling with is uncertainty on where my characters are going to go next. The experts say just write and what happens next will come to you. They also say write an outline or at least know your ending. I haveContinue reading “On Writing”

The Art of Letting Go

My head spins like a top The rush The drop The world let go of me -Saschia

Follow Up Bad Guys -On Writing

“Integrity without knowledge is weak and useless, and knowledge without integrity is dangerous and dreadful.” – Samuel Johnson (1709 – 1784), English Author, Poet, and Literary Critic and Writer I had been thinking about the good guy vs the bad in a collection of short stories I’ve been working on, and I was reminded that inContinue reading “Follow Up Bad Guys -On Writing”

I’m Trying

The winding road ahead makes my stomach churn. The past grabs at my ankles and the present slips away every few seconds. Sometimes apple pie slows me down and sometimes it’s him. But in between the ahead and behind is the place I strive to be.

To Just Be

There’s too much to narrow it down to one thing I could be sitting in a car doing nothing Or flying to a new country I could ski or become political I could be so many feelings For so many reasons But today I choose to just be I just am

Bad Guys -On Writing

You -have- to love your monster. Philippa Dowding, Everton Miles Is Stranger Than Me: The Night Flyer’s Handboo I’m struggling to figure out who or what I want the bad guy to be in my short stories. In a huge chunk of my short stories I tended to make my narrator the bad guy, butContinue reading “Bad Guys -On Writing”