Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends”
Category Archives: Poetry
The Mason
The Mason He picked up a red brick Brushed it off and placed it on the wet cement. He had sweat on his brow that Drip dripped. His overalls and long sleeve plaid shirt Were a good choice that frigid morning But mid-day it was 80 degrees under the sun. He still stacked because ifContinue reading “The Mason”
Skirts
There is nothing here this is a blank sheet that needs my creativity, only my well has run dry or my muse has gone on vacation. It’s in you, your life is an inspiration but my life is dull dull dull and all I want is to write write write: no bars or small talk, onlyContinue reading “Skirts”
Correction On Shrouded
Yesterday I posted a poem, but as an over thinker I already want to make one thing clear. Here’s the poem. “The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madnessContinue reading “Correction On Shrouded”
Shrouded
Shrouded The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madness is divinity hoarded with chocolates and tea. There’s incessant knocking knocking pounding and glass shattering I open my hands andContinue reading “Shrouded”
To be
While I pick at this mold I’m asked What do you want to be A fluffy cloud? Nah, it’s too late A pipe? Nah, my arms are growing tired. Well what do you want to be? I wish to remain shapeless without form not caste in a womb and fired in a kiln I wishContinue reading “To be”
Yesterdays Christmas Cookies
Yesterday’s Christmas Cookies Crumbly cookie crumbs falling to the ground lemon tang melting inside my mouth pop! cookies washed down with golden Champagne love bubbles tickle my nose -Saschia Johnson
Baa Humbug
Can you just add the Baa to my humbug Lets stay in bed and cuddle under the covers dreaming up new dreams Let the ghosts come bring us back to childhood to remind us what we really need They’d agree it’s to write and that all these bells and tinsels are unnecessary I’d say letsContinue reading “Baa Humbug”
Truffles
Truffles Golden box filled with a cryptic variety The folded paper to help me decipher which chocolate I just placed in my mouth Without that paper I poke and prod each truffle looking for the perfect one. And when I find the one that suits me I close my eyes and lean back Enjoying theContinue reading “Truffles”
Miss Piggy
Since it’s Saturday I figured I would post a silly little poem I wrote with my daughter. We had fun working on it together. Miss Piggy She’s my secret treasure That no one can measure She likes lemonade Freshly homemade And hot baths with bubbles Take away her troubles She has a neighbor bumbleContinue reading “Miss Piggy”
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