The distractions are monstrous the drive to replace the mask of positivity and the plague of territorial jealousy like a jack in the box I never wound but I love when it rains and I love when you show your true face the rugged one the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit insisting itContinue reading “Elsewhere”
Category Archives: Poetry
Rainy Days
rain drums the roof of my car inside dry warm satisfied and full of stars and fables full of life no crisis no resolutions just existence -Saschia Artists
Caged from Words
I pace back and forth like a caged animal waiting for a stray hand and an unsuspecting little one Maybe just one time they won’t pay attention and I can slip them between the bars Some eye me down and to show them who’s boss I lick my lips and then theirs and then my ownContinue reading “Caged from Words”
Artists
The road winds in a manner that seems as if I keep walking in circles but there are very subtle differences differences only a curious person would notice like the flowers are a different shade of blue or the bugs are crawling on their backs rather than their bellies Makers of art wander on andContinue reading “Artists”
Project Deconstruct
Just give me a world where I can wear binoculars and collect grains of meaning I will hunt for the center til it spins into the abyss I will search near and far with hopes that it will all lead to the place where the sea finally meets the sky -Saschia Johnson
The Time Is Now
I’m waiting for that time to come For the perfect moment For a time to breath, to think But the best time is now I should get more focused now Because later might not come So I need to mix my clay, gather my bricks, and start stacking bit by bit -Saschia
Little purple person
Who are you when you’re not looking, when that sweat is dripping from your brow When your feet are up on the couch. Can you define yourself? Not your hobbies or your top responsibilities, but who you are, those spaces, between your out-right maddening choices? “I’m a little purple person,” it whispered in my ear. “IContinue reading “Little purple person”
Words
It’s not 12 yet I still have time to finish today’s checklist There’s a world at my fingertips If I could just grasp it Wrangle it in and spit it into words Zaza zoom… Bada bing… Hmm… I guess those aren’t the words I’m looking for -Sasch
Nutella Jar
I saw a woman Fish into her purse and pull out a spoon then the jar of Nutella Now, I love me some Nutella but I’m not sure I’d carry around an entire jar with a spoon -Saschia Johnson Propped upright
Propped upright
Upright because I can breath no other way Propped like a doll in a pillow shop placed snug between designer pillows Except I’m no designer item Just a prop A comfort a symbol of home I am home between the pillows not because of the pillows I’m home because the stuff inside me the stuffContinue reading “Propped upright”
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