Passionate Seekers

Empty sex, soulless endeavors and failed attempts at trying to find ourselves somewhere buried beneath all the shit we were drowning in. He called me a bitch in front of the kid and I didn’t like that so I reached out and socked him right in the chin. “I don’t need this. Why am I evenContinue reading “Passionate Seekers”

not my business

is she black  no she’s ⊕ white   is she loved by any other than the one that’s love is pure ? it holds her down *it- a woman, not a companion Because companions required the stuff she didn’t have to give she buried them along with pure love in a grave   *it heldContinue reading “not my business”

Love Notes from my Spine

I’m holding you up like a puppet on a string but you have to move your own arms and legs You can do this, I shout from behind I support your rapid decline and slow ascension Rolling down has momentum it’s the act of Sisyphus that brings progress. -Saschia Johnson     Featured Image: Sir EdwardContinue reading “Love Notes from my Spine”

Connections

These hands write and write Wandering into the crevices between my floor boards I thought I heard a bed bug It’s causing this insane itch There’s a connection, I know it Maybe it was that night with the Russian The silly thing must want me to teach it English. Or it’s sent from a loverContinue reading “Connections”

Wet books

Wet Books That smell of wet books and Chanel no 5 is no invitation There are no arms open stiff I freeze Under my soles is the threshold A cold door knob damp in my palm Dead echoes haunt from behind “Vanity!” they scream A million hands reaching to save me from their sins fingersContinue reading “Wet books”