A poem Hands held in the darkness Held in the light Words whispered inside our heads bounce off the sun and into the heart of God -Saschia Jayne Johnson
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Heard
A poem hints on the bathroom walls in the creak of an old door step through the threshold not the walk of shame but not far from it Lift your chin find the words and scribble them down before life echoes your words to the world before you even get a say in the matter.Continue reading “Heard”
A Peek Inside
A Poem Peel it all away and you’ll find spiders dangling from portfolios filled with life’s great wisdom Some pages, never read some, ink stained with coffee rings and folded edges But deep inside this mind it’s just me and my old fisherman waiting out the storm. -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Do You Need Words?
This thing we have it’s biblical. Feels as sacred as the womb of a woman who saw Jesus. You know this thing we have runs deeper than most. I lay my bones at the foot of our holy place. Chest against chest. Bones against bones clatter and dance. Tongues dipped in wine dipped in kisses.Continue reading “Do You Need Words?”
Notes from the Experiment
“I want to write the book that breaks rules just enough to let something holy slip through.” -Jayne.Press I know what I wanted when I started this novel. I wanted an experimental fiction novel that not only allows me to express myself. I wanted it to get under people’s skin (just a little bit). ButContinue reading “Notes from the Experiment”
A Spider in Your Palm
You’ve showed up. You’ve said yes. You’ve stood at the door and knocked asking for answersLooking for a way to rise above the person you were last year. You’ve done your work in secret and shared what you had with the world. Now, the healing comes. Rolling hillsThe eyes that switch and shift in darknessonlyContinue reading “A Spider in Your Palm”
Let It Drip
Step into a scene and let it drip from your fingertips. MJ Bush If there was a way to describe one of the most amazing feelings of the writers life, this would be it, (for me). I wrote a blog post titled “‘Come Upon’ the Right Word” that spoke on divine inspiration. This quote remindsContinue reading “Let It Drip”
Ravine
The sadness with its sharp oblongteeth and low growl riddled with past livesI’ve stepped too right (or too left) It’s not the echoes that plague me it’s the awkward digits that haunt me It’s his bright blues that call me home and if I don’t watch myself, I’ll return to the arms that fed meContinue reading “Ravine”
Two Souls
Two souls chatterreuniteand rise 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 physicallyContinue reading “She Holds the Knife”
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