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Bared Bones

Bare bones splinter A man voices his disregard An ache low and bitter Sits in my blood The uplift The drop The dazed eyes searching for something They always knew -Saschia

I’m Home

The lights turn on I’m on my way home Stripped bare In a constant state of reflection The web The red connections And moments that were always meant to be -Saschia

I watched her rise above I watched her question who she really was And demand who she would become She didn’t sit still for a moment longer She pushed through and persevered And now her home is quiet And still She worked for this peace She stepped out and stood tall And worked til herContinue reading “This is Who”

Steady

The ground freezes I’d have lost my footing But over the years I left pebbles And words and stories To hold me steady I still fall But I land on poetry I don’t think there is anything more artistic Than landing on poetry -Saschia

The world will swallow you whole without a thought It will take your possessions Your goals Your plans for the future And chew it all like a cow chews cud So plant your roots Find your soul And be true to who you are There’s no other way -Saschia

The Perfect Storm

From the angered deep The water sloshes Globs of water Thicker than waves Roar Youths lift fishies by the gallon And do gooders curl up in corners Unharmed But the untamed the uncouth They dive in Some make it back to the boat Others don’t survive -Saschia

The Art of Letting Go

My head spins like a top The rush The drop The world let go of me -Saschia

Follow Up Bad Guys -On Writing

“Integrity without knowledge is weak and useless, and knowledge without integrity is dangerous and dreadful.” – Samuel Johnson (1709 – 1784), English Author, Poet, and Literary Critic and Writer I had been thinking about the good guy vs the bad in a collection of short stories I’ve been working on, and I was reminded that inContinue reading “Follow Up Bad Guys -On Writing”

I’m Trying

The winding road ahead makes my stomach churn. The past grabs at my ankles and the present slips away every few seconds. Sometimes apple pie slows me down and sometimes it’s him. But in between the ahead and behind is the place I strive to be.

Bad Guys -On Writing

You -have- to love your monster. Philippa Dowding, Everton Miles Is Stranger Than Me: The Night Flyer’s Handboo I’m struggling to figure out who or what I want the bad guy to be in my short stories. In a huge chunk of my short stories I tended to make my narrator the bad guy, butContinue reading “Bad Guys -On Writing”