pt1 I see the crevices where my mind has changed route Where the blood has stopped flowing and changed direction To kill off the illusion of rage and hypocrisy There’s a skin shed in the corner of the room no one speaks of it but me Who’s skin is that? Who was left so empty?Continue reading “Skin Show”
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Becoming
If one day I could be translucent that wouldn’t change a thing. If one day I gained all the knowledge the entire world possessed it wouldn’t change a thing. If I work to grow everyday I will have changed everything I have in my power to change. I will have changed a thing. -Saschia JohnsonContinue reading “Becoming”
Snapshots
These pieces These snapshots I hope to glimpse on my deathbed His laugh and that face he makes when he’s guilty Her creative remarks And not wanting to be normal Mom’s love poured like the great flood Memories like raindrops Collected in my poetry -Saschia Johnson
Doors 2/8/2018
Simon Williams On Morality
On Morality Introduction I will be presenting Morality from the position of an Evangelical Christian. In this post, I will simply assume that the Bible is as the authoritative word of God and the existence of the Christian God, as described in the Bible and the first six ecumenical councils. My goal is to presentContinue reading “Simon Williams On Morality”
Gracie at the Siege of Troy
Gracie at the Siege of Troy By: Geoff Blanchett Upon the battered shores of Troy did Gracie arise from the lapping waves. As the armies of Agamemmnon charged the walls, Gracie followed in their wake, the marks of her claws in the sand the only trace of her path, her triangular head split wide inContinue reading “Gracie at the Siege of Troy”
Lady Lemon
Wrap me up Wrap me up In something white and dry Wipe my eyes Wipe my eyes These tears have gone awry What have I done Exposing my bare breasts Weave Lemons into silk Melt Tin cans into platinum Bake Mud into a feast They dare say it They dare exclaim But hereContinue reading “Lady Lemon”
Doors 2/1/2018
First Attempt
It’s the middle of the night and my mom has me wrapped tight in a bundle of blankies carrying me to the car. Mom tells me it’s ok with a kiss on my forehead and tucks me into my car seat. I don’t wake up til the car comes to a stop. All IContinue reading “First Attempt”
Bad Thoughts
They trickle in underneath the floor boards Like a plague sent by Moses These aren’t the crippling ones they’re the ones that make you crave spoiled milk When you least expect it they make you question if spoiled milk is really spoiled The dew on the leaves drip drip drip lifting you beneath the leavesContinue reading “Bad Thoughts”
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