From left to right From side to side I’ve been up Up up up To write To soothe To make my dreams come true Something is off though And so I write some more -Saschia
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Mount Ararat
Water gushes from my throat down my chin down my shirt and slowly makes its way to my toes I’m drenched in water A pigeon landed on my shoulder with a leaf in its mouth It waited til the earth shook Then flew away My life is just beginning now it will never be theContinue reading “Mount Ararat”
Folding Me In
My thoughts Thick as molasses are folding me into the dark sticky world inside me I swim in possibilities And fiction And relationships That are questionable Here I stir in the wonder of it all -Saschia
Just Well-Rested
The jig is up I’m not full of any tricks I have empty sleeves I’m just well rested And that’s a rare thing -Saschia
Conceived Ideas? -The Creative Process
The truth is once a piece is finished, most ideas conceived will have no place of origin. Plus, some things are meant to be kept as an artist’s secret, and I respect that. However, Henry James left us a list of places that ideas come from and it’d be my pleasure to share that withContinue reading “Conceived Ideas? -The Creative Process”
Rebuilding
You got what I need in your back pockets And a life with me in the palm of your hand And I want it And I’m thirsty for it But I’m not interested In expectations Any longer -Saschia
Matters of Life
Revisit After revisit With him Drifted off into normalcy Scared me And now it’s time to sip some whiskey And try one more time One foot in One foot out And short periods Of having two feet In the same place -Saschia
Where Do Creations Come From?
Where do creations come from? The creative process is my favorite tidbit when it comes to finding out what goes on behind the scenes in any creative endeavor. So I’ve decided to research and share my thoughts on the creative process. For the sake of clarity…Read more @SaschiaJohnson.com
Solipsism
She’s gone snuffed out with just a thought not person could save her or her body or her works dead and gone the gift of being mortal the gift of life to gift your body into the hands of another because there is no fight there never was pain is an act ofContinue reading “Solipsism”
A Whole Woman
She is a combination of everything she’s always wanted to be. She left limits for roadways and labels for truffles. She embodies a collection of all the mothers who raised her and all the fathers who tried their best. She’s a voice in the wilderness and a high tide. The storm is nestled in herContinue reading “A Whole Woman”
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