Jam Jars

There was this world

my escape

but the demand for my attention was too great

fantasies nudged me awake all hours

the picturesque garden and nipping faries

and the words

they poisoned my proper shapes

in such a fantastic way

in a way hope was made toxic

And so I tilled but not for long

my pride got the best of me

for the world was much too fertile

and I confused the growth

for the jars of jam I canned through the winter.

-Saschia Johnson

 

 

 

 

 

Sad

Some whiskey in a glass

I want to drink it but my belly hurts

There’s world issues

And positive thoughts

Out there

But it just hurts to smile

Secrets or not

Quitting is nipping at my heels

Have a drink with me

Let me forget for moment

This up-hill battle

Only i won’t because

How can i with tears in my eyes.

-Saschia Johnson

New England Cafes

not my business

is she black 
no she’s

⊕ white

 

is she loved by any other

than

the one that’s love is pure

?

it holds her down

*it- a woman, not a companion

Because companions required the stuff she didn’t

have to give

she buried them

along with pure love

in a grave

 

*it held her down

while he pounded

while he finished

 

only to call the next|                                                    |morning and ask

 

How’d you like it?

 

She, a business woman

couldn’t say

“me too”

because maybe he
changed maybe she’s

wrong

 

She changed though

no longer

purely loved no longer

a virgin

 

Held down by
strength

Held down by- not

a companion

 

-Saschia Johnson

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Skin Show

 

Painting Nature

Gold paint was left unopened beneath the microwave

Butter knife around the edges to release the magic

What shall I paint?

To My dismay the purple roses I planted for my grandmother

have turned pink

do they no longer honor her

Will they bloom again this spring?

Passed the roses are dandelions

passed the dandelions are dead leaves

left over from fall.

I tip the bucket and drizzle them gold again

golden leaves in the spring

discarded hedges

the ones off to the side where no one is supposed to look

I painted them.

And they glistened in this hidden place

dead leaves

discarded hedges

an exchange for boredom

 

-Saschia Johnson

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This piece was inspired by Sculpture Grounds located in Old Lyme Connecticut.

 

My fav Facebook Community

I grew up watching my brother and his closest friends play video games and also sneaking into my brother’s closet to read his comic books shhh. So finding a community on Facebook that included video games in their daily content felt just like home. I just wanted to take the time to share a link to my favorite community titled The Extraordinary Journey of a Black Nerd Group.  I think they provide interesting and engaging content including cosplay, movie reviews, funny memes, and great conversation starters.  The comments are usually the best part. I also love Marvel and they have a lot of pretty cool conversations on the comics and movies. I have learned so much in this group when it comes to all comic books. You should totally check them out!

Here’s a note from the founder and a sample post that made me smile.
“I created this group to share my personal journey as a nerd, and to provide an open and supportive environment for Nerds and Geeks of any race, color, or creed to discuss Comics, Video Games, Entertainment, Sci-Fi, Books, Movies and more!

This group Is neutral ground and a place to share our love of all things nerdy!”

-Jemal ‘PlanetEJOBN Founder’

 

 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/adventuresingeek/

Figured I’d add another convenience link for you to click. 🙂 You’re welcome.