Run away with me
on second thought, leave
No, wait stay
Send me to your favorite places
Around and about in search of you
Must I sit here so solitary
under the great blue moon
left to think myself inside out

A place where you can be human.
Run away with me
on second thought, leave
No, wait stay
Send me to your favorite places
Around and about in search of you
Must I sit here so solitary
under the great blue moon
left to think myself inside out

Branches slap her skin
She runs through the place
Like it’s her own
She’s lost but she just keeps going
Webs tickle her nose
And a thousand baby spiders crawl under her clothes
She’s a forest baby This is her home
-Saschia Johnson
Been working on editing my collection of poetry and figuring out the best way to promote and sell it. Very exciting and very stressful. Definitely learning a lot. yay!
There’s a fairy who guards my heart
speaks to me through the quill
She sees what my heart wants
And can sometimes take over
This space doesn’t fit the both of us
She wants things I’d never
And I she’d never
You can imagine the struggle we have
Sharing this vessel
Her smile is sly and makes me feel cute
And her eyes
those look up when my chin’s down
She’s feisty
and rampage is her middle name
I kicked her right out one morning
She had me out drinking
Shots of Crown and mixed it with,
I don’t even remember
She kissed boys and told them all my secrets
So I told her she’s no longer welcomed
She cried and cried
Then I did too
But I was serious
she had to go
I held my lip and I held my ground
She left lightly a closing door the only sound
A draft came in the window
what happened next was unbelievable
Goose bumps lined my arms and legs
And a cold ache seeped from my bones
My legs started to chatter
And then my teeth
I climbed into bed and just couldn’t leave
The skin on my bones went saggy and wrinkled
My mind became a black hole
all things got
Sucked into
and never returned
My cheeks went hollow
and my pupils grew tiny
I had lost so much energy
I couldn’t even beg her to come back to me
but she came back all on her own
She fed me bathed me
and coaxed me out of bed
Slowly the black hole dissolved
Till it was as if she’d never left
and now we’re here doing nothing
but writing our co-existence into life.
-Saschia Johnson
There’s too much snow
It’s to my knees
and everything I need
is hidden below
I have to plant seeds,
side the house
and these gutters
won’t clean themselves
My days are spent salting and shoveling.
Cringing from the snow
that fell in my boot
I liked it in the beginning
I liked it during winter
but now
it’s just too much.
-Saschia Johnson
Someone do a spring dance please. I don’t one but I’m willing to learn.
Never before have I met a man who loves me the way he does
The sky opens up and rain fills vessels
Turning empty ones into the sweetest wine
And the fire it burns
but we are left unblemished
My beats dance so free
-Saschia Johnson
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Edgy fashion editorial collages by Stephanie Lopes Simoes
Stephanie Lopes Simoes is a graphic designer from South Africa, now living and working in Antwerp, Belgium. Stephanie’s main focus lies on creating collage illustrations from fashion editorial photography. Her work keeps the editorial feel from the original photograph, yet by adding layers of paint, ink and texture Stephanie gives the photos a new life and an edge. The models in her pieces turn from a pretty face into a mysterious, edgy beings: pieces of modern art.

The tub is full and the bubbles bobble on top
My legs have adjusted
but when the rest of me sinks in
it burns.
In the tub, I’m a lost soul
venturing from the heavens to a five star hotel
It is there I’m considered a holy whore with no divine gifts
My words
they float in front of me popping the suds
And here I soak
without a clue and nothing to give
Here I sink
soggy as a sponge in the pits of the ocean
-Saschia Johnson
How dare you dangle flesh and blood
from the edge of your thumb,
like she’s some sort of hangnail
you’re dying to get rid of.
Like she’s some sort of inconvenience.
You can pull the wool over her eyes
but I see your wicked ways.
The secrets you’ve tucked behind your eyelids.
Those ones that haunt you while you sleep.
They’ve been gifted to me
and now
your lies will spread like the plagues of Egypt.