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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 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

Mom Duty 😴

Singing birds singing souls Twitchy eyes and wiggly toes I think I see it, a comfy bed Where I can rest and lay my head. Saschia Johnson

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”

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”

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”

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”

How Did You Die?

For the Conscious Writer What you’re willing to die for, should be the same as what you’re willing to live for. Death is inevitable. Not in a depressing way but we all know it’s coming. What’s unknown, though? Your greatness? The impact your writing will have? How much you will change with your mere existence?Continue reading “How Did You Die?”

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”