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 meContinue reading “Flicker”
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Adventure
Give the world oysters filled with pearlsand they’ll go to wasteGive the world adventure and their search for pearls willnever end. Saschia Johnson Check me out on Medium.com
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 soiljumps and dances that means something bigger than us is happening. Saschia Johnson
Rest Will Come
Jayne.Press·2 days ago Dignity is to dream without ceasing She wiggles her toesand reaches toward the heavensit’s not so far, she heard in a songthe heavens, that is. It ismuch closer than we think. At leastthat’s what they tell us. is it hope that I cling towhile I wrestle with his faithfaith in me faithContinue reading “Rest Will Come”
Sandals
Queen Shit The red sea dividesthe waves crash and hold their placeshe walks betweenunscatheduntouched and welcomedinto new lands as she breaks freefrom the pastthat clung to herlike wet clothes on a hot summer daynow she’s gotsand between her toes andshe doesn’t even need her sandals Saschia Johnson originally posted on Jaynepress.medium.com
Go Out and Give it Away
You know that thing you’re clinging on to too tight, it’s time to give it away. The tighter you squeezethe less it can breathe Give it away. Stop holding it secretor hostage or in the dark cornerof your closet Give it away. It wasn’t meant to besaved for only you andthe few you choose GiveContinue reading “Go Out and Give it Away”
And Then I Sleep
There’s a drummer in my ear I’ve been just about to tears since theystarted three days ago I don’t know why they’re here.but they are, so I listenand I hum and I sway and I write in ways that might justrecord what they’d have to say iftheir music spoke words and then, I sleep peacefullyContinue reading “And Then I Sleep”
The Wind Collector
What does it mean to be a whole person? He toils awayhis days tossed like the dirty laundrythat’s left next to the hamper.Not an ounce of passionpulses through his tired veins.His insides sink below the earthwhile his muscle memory does the work Am I of any use here? he shouts to the heavens.The wind places itselfContinue reading “The Wind Collector”
We are Agents of Beginnings
For the conscious writer “We are agents of beginnings.” –Art as Existence by Gabriele Guercio. When I first started writing, I wanted to hide behind my creations. I wanted to be an anonymous figure that created something powerful. For me, there was a sense of humility in creating a profound piece of art while living inContinue reading “We are Agents of Beginnings”
Support Black Authors
For the Conscious Reader 150 Black Authors organized into genre. “Many stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of a people. But stories can also repair that broken dignity.” ― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie I’ve explained inContinue reading “Support Black Authors”
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