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Two Souls

Two souls chatterreuniteand rise Saschia Johnson

Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s being afraid and doing it anyway. Shadows leap and lift from the ground. Whilethe world spins on a tilt.I’m still trying to figure out how. Dolls sink and turn colors while deep in the closet something whines. Still, she can think of only one thing, How can IContinue reading “Fears”

Twitchy

The covers her beneath Thickets bugs and things more wild she wades through bryers as if they were ocean Saschia Johnson Mediums pretty cool, follow me there

I Choose You

I’m choosing you Your health your smile Your hand I’m going to take you places planes, bars with all the fresh vegetables you can eat, and kombucha on tap served by souls who just wanna make you smile the way I do I’m choosing you. If this life is the life you love with allContinue reading “I Choose You”

Cycles

The snow will returnBut for now,the sun is shining. Saschia Johnson

Steadfast

I want to be here I want to be here till the sea dries up and the heavens brush your lips To be by your side to be in your mind and in between your sheets can we do this forever? can we never quit on each other? Saschia Johnson

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”

That Kind of Night

The blankets, slept in. The air thick with smoke from the magical stuff that turns your mind inward, too inward if you let it. I wouldn’t know, I’m more of a bore. The stale sweat rubs me in every wrong way while I tell myself I’m there for some divine reason. A few drops ofContinue reading “That Kind of Night”

Ode To David

I sacrifice the ways of man and rid the pride of sacrifice And I will crawl into the bowels And rise to the sky into your hands and I will lift my voice in delight in whatever you made me to be help me to accept what you have vowed A life, oh Lord, itContinue reading “Ode To David”

Blocked? There’s a Way Out

Encouragement For the Conscious Writer Writer’s block’ is an emotional or logical incoherence in a future work slowly working its way through our unconscious. — Alain de Botton So you’ve hit it, the emotional block. It grows. That block grows and grows until you’ve spent the day avoiding the one thing you love doing. ItContinue reading “Blocked? There’s a Way Out”