It’s not just some lover who came and left me empty standing at the edge of the world. It’s something else entirely. My romance is a mystery cloaked with a veil, an obsession that’s never satiated, and a string of words that must kiss the lips of my imagination or no one will ever knowContinue reading “My Romance with Writing”
Author Archives: Jayne
Ok, I Tried Substack, I Give Up
I’ve tried Substack, I’m terrible at it. So here I am back at WordPress. Maybe I’ll try Substack again, but I’m really not motivated enough to do more there than I am here. I’m struggling to connect with writers over there and the notes are just like Facebook and IG at this point. I doContinue reading “Ok, I Tried Substack, I Give Up”
Mid Summer Writer Melt Down
“If you are going to be a writer there is nothing I can say to stop you; if you’re not going to be a writer nothing I can say will help you. What you really need at the beginning is somebody to let you know that the effort is real.” –James Baldwin There’s something aboutContinue reading “Mid Summer Writer Melt Down”
I Wonder
✨A Poem✨ I wonder about other writers mostly the ones that are no longer with us. I wonder what James Joyce would say over dinner, or if we’d like each other’s posts on Instagram. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
We Go Together
💫A Poem💫 We can figure this out together. 🫶🏽 It won’t be the same way 🫶🏽 they figured it out 🫶🏽 because we are not them. 🫶🏽 Some things might work 🫶🏽 others are outdated. 🫶🏽 The best way to get through this is 🫶🏽 together. 🫶🏽 -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Guides
✨A Poem✨ Into the darkness 🕯️ into the light 🕯️ drifting sideways 🕯️ left and right 🕯️ I know what I want 🕯️ but not what’s coming next 🕯️ As long as the darkness and light 🕯️ find their place in my life, 🕯️ they will be my guides. 🕯️ -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Still Hazy
✨A Poem✨ Hazy skies, 🔥 blood red throats, 🔥 sore ears, 🔥 dry mouth, and 🔥 the scent of burnt… something. 🔥 The imagination goes wild 🔥 wondering what ailment 🔥 could come next. 🔥 Maybe none at all. 🔥 But the sky still hazy 🔥 and the sun 🔥 still shaded 🔥 are exactlyContinue reading “Still Hazy”
Canadian Wildfires
💫A Poem💫 The screen swallowed me whole I can’t get out, I can’t even see. Then again it could be the smoke getting to me. -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Awakening
✨A Poem✨ Dipped my tongue in salt water to preserve myself for a day of mothering. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
3am Club
Lift the scissors ✂️ snip the string ✂️ place a layer of salt ✂️ on the rim ✂️ This is immortal ✂️ everlasting ✂️ and there’s a million ways to break free ✂️ See what you see ✂️ feel what you feel ✂️ and drift somewhere ✂️ between awake and asleep. ✂️ -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
