A Poem Peel it all away and you’ll find spiders dangling from portfolios filled with life’s great wisdom Some pages, never read some, ink stained with coffee rings and folded edges But deep inside this mind it’s just me and my old fisherman waiting out the storm. -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Category Archives: Poetry
I Can’t Hear You
A poem I opened the window and it all went out. It –the remanence of us The poetry, the novel, the memories. out with a whoosh. I stopped listening. Drowned myself between the legs of a feral woman What am I? Am I a woman left to contemplate life and how I make anything ofContinue reading “I Can’t Hear You”
Never Leaving
A Poem He didn’t know what kind of love hers was Hers was the kind that tears you apart and holds you together with red string That sinking feeling. That feeling like she’s made it to the pit of his stomach And if she wiggles just enough your shame will pour out the same contentContinue reading “Never Leaving”
Do You Need Words?
This thing we have it’s biblical. Feels as sacred as the womb of a woman who saw Jesus. You know this thing we have runs deeper than most. I lay my bones at the foot of our holy place. Chest against chest. Bones against bones clatter and dance. Tongues dipped in wine dipped in kisses.Continue reading “Do You Need Words?”
A Poem
Desire Eyes They shift and blink and stare. Some day they may find you here free from chains, shaking loose the nightmares that keep you cooped up in the house. I know you’re stuck in that insane loop. Sit still so I can untie you. -Saschia Ealier on Substack I posted… The truth is, regardlessContinue reading “A Poem”
Naps and Poetry
Getting it Right “Lying in front of the house allafternoon, trying to write a poem.Falling asleep.Waking up under the stars.”—Jack Gilbert taken from nicolemgulotta.com Now, that is the life. This quote lifted my spirits and gave me a vision of a place where I can find peace. I need a couple of these weeks ofContinue reading “Naps and Poetry”
The Poetry Process
“Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.” -Allen Ginsberg I find that poetry comes to me in a rebellious way. If I force it out of me, it’s not as good, but if IContinue reading “The Poetry Process”
Moon Mood
“The chief enemy of creativity is ‘good’ sense.” – Pablo Picasso Liberate me. Let me walk away from all your logic and experience. Let me move with the moon and write the waves across your skin. I am but a woman. Whole and full and round from enjoying the best my life has to offer.Continue reading “Moon Mood”
Needed this Poem
Quest By Georgia Douglas Johnson The phantom happiness I sought O’er every crag and moor; I paused at every postern gate, And knocked at every door; In vain I searched the land and sea, E’en to the inmost core, The curtains of eternal night Descend—my search is o’er. This poem hit home for meContinue reading “Needed this Poem”
Words have Power
“A word has power in and of itself. It comes from nothing into sound and meaning; it gives origin to all things.”― N. Scott Momaday, The Way to Rainy Mountain “The forces of my writing -the power of my words -could swallow me whole if I let them. But I’ve learned to taper them. Tape them toContinue reading “Words have Power”
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