✨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
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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 🫶🏽 Some things might work 🫶🏽 others are outdated.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
Interrupted
💫A Poem💫 Forgotten words haunt me in silence through the night. Discarded connections with my inner artist interrupt the sacred flow that binds us. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
The Reality of Things
✨A Poem✨ Count me in 🫱🏾🫲🏾 for the real raw conversations. 🫱🏾🫲🏾 Count me in for the deep connections 🫱🏾🫲🏾 that take us just a tad deeper than yesterday. 🫱🏾🫲🏾 Take my hand and dive deep into the sea of 🫱🏾🫲🏾 consciousness with me. 🫱🏾🫲🏾 I’ll be there 🫱🏾🫲🏾 the best way I know howContinue reading “The Reality of Things”
Oriental Beetles
💫A Poem💫 Sticky skin 🎵 soaked in fine perfumes 🎵 and shirts stuck with 🎵 wide eyed Oriental beetles 🎵 The night isn’t quite right until 🎵 the misfit musician strums the day away 🎵 while I tip tap a spoon on 🎵 my Crème Brûlée. 🎵 -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
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