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Churned

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

A Good Rest

She closes her eyes,the bed bugs have scuttled off into the woods, and the moths gathered around her neighbor’s bug shocking light. A breeze tickles her nose so she pulls the blankets up up up over her shoulders. She dreams of singing skeletons and dancing dead men who church chocolate with small men from aContinue reading “A Good Rest”

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”

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?”

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”

Ecclesiastes

I wanted to share a poem of mine that was published on Genius in a Bottle a publication on Medium that I really admire. I’ve been going through a literary theory course through open courseware. (You can find it here) And I’ve learned so much and in such an in depth way. The last fewContinue reading “Ecclesiastes”

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”

Overcompensating From Fear of Loss

For the Conscious Writer Impending loss has an aura of grief around it. It stalks the ones closest to it and it has not one ounce of sympathy for our very fragile emotions. -Saschia Johnson When writing a character who feels like they are losing the one they love, they should overcompensate. They might thinkContinue reading “Overcompensating From Fear of Loss”