The snow will return
But for now,
the sun is shining.
Tag: art
Steadfast
I want to be here
I want to be here till the sea dries up
and the heavens brush your lips
To be by your side
to be in your mind
and in between your sheets
can we do this forever?
can we never quit on each other?
Saschia Johnson
Flicker
The curtains blow in the breeze
deep sea blue with white corals
sewn into the bottom
the breeze let’s the light in
the air spins and whirls around
like a merry-go-round
There’s no leaves to kick up
only dust
specs of dust flicker in the sun
she smiles at natures dance
she smiles at me
Saschia Johnson
Adventure
Give the world oysters filled with pearls
and they’ll go to waste
Give the world adventure
and their search for pearls will
never end.
Saschia Johnson
Churned
Churned soil jumps and dances
If you were to ask me,
jumping and dancing is wonderful
when it’s humans doing it
but when the soil
jumps and dances that means
something bigger than us is happening.
Saschia Johnson
Sandals
Queen Shit
The red sea divides
the waves crash and hold their place
she walks between
unscathed
untouched and welcomed
into new lands as she breaks free
from the past
that clung to her
like wet clothes on a hot summer day
now she’s got
sand between her toes and
she doesn’t even need her sandals
Saschia Johnson
originally posted on Jaynepress.medium.com
And Then I Sleep
There’s a drummer in my ear
I’ve been just about to tears since they
started three days ago
I don’t know why they’re here.
but they are, so I listen
and I hum and I sway
and I write in ways that might just
record what they’d have to say if
their music spoke words
and then, I sleep peacefully
Saschia Johnson
She Holds the Knife
“Challenge Your Perception” A Short Story in response to Know Thyself Heal Thyself
Jayne.PressFeb 15 · 2 min read
She paces toward the bathroom. Her loafer slippers drag against the floorboards to the beat of the music. The bedroom is cool but the rest of the house is a thousand degrees. “It’s never ok to hurt someone, not physically or any other way.”
Hell wouldn’t have a bedroom to cool off in, she’s lucky. She’s a lucky girl to have such pleasures in this life. The clock on wall ticks but she can’t hear it even when she gets in its face. She feels her chest begin to sweat.
Back to the bedroom.
The house is full of her acceptance. A beautiful house on a U with a ghost-black gate around it. No trespassers. No hate from the outside coming in, just a community of names. Everyone knows names.
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The Single Story
For the Conscious Writer
This is Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. She is an award winning author from Nigeria. She speaks in this Ted talk (which is now one of the most viewed Ted talks of all time) about how we need to be careful of the single story.
Without saying too much, I find it so commendable and inspiring of her to admit that she fell into the same flaw as the people who frustrated her most. She fell for the flaw of believing the single story.
When it comes to stories, I’d never refuse a good book that was handed to me. I read books from outside of my culture regularly. But then I thought about it and the truth is, I only read them because of school or because someone well read suggested them to me. I haven’t intentionally searched for reads outside of what’s suggested to me. Which naturally leads me into the world of dominant culture.
This talk was eye opening for many reasons, but most of all, that it is time I began to intentionally search for stories outside of American and European pop culture. Then I want to listen to what is missing from the stories I’ve already been told. I want to do this because I don’t want to limit myself from learning to accept that humans, in every walk of life, are my equal.
Rise and Fall
A little poem
She goes up
and I rise like a puppy dog
trailing behind her
She goes down
and there I am sinking
like a wrecked ship
taking on too much water
Saschia Johnson
