The road winds in a manner that seems as if I keep walking in circles but there are very subtle differences differences only a curious person would notice like the flowers are a different shade of blue or the bugs are crawling on their backs rather than their bellies Makers of art wander on andContinue reading “Artists”
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the unwritten character
Grinning she fills her hands with cupcakes and her pockets with candies. There’s no bringing her down. Her head is in the clouds full of happy dreams fed to her from a tv screen. She’s one positive guru with her bad feelings black and charred secretly tucked in the base of her Medulla. Her secretsContinue reading “the unwritten character”
What’s Coming?
Slowly dipping my toes back into this writing thing. Jumping head first into this new baby girl thing. 2019 will be a roller coaster full of new beginnings. -Saschia
The Time Is Now
I’m waiting for that time to come For the perfect moment For a time to breath, to think But the best time is now I should get more focused now Because later might not come So I need to mix my clay, gather my bricks, and start stacking bit by bit -Saschia
Little purple person
Who are you when you’re not looking, when that sweat is dripping from your brow When your feet are up on the couch. Can you define yourself? Not your hobbies or your top responsibilities, but who you are, those spaces, between your out-right maddening choices? “I’m a little purple person,” it whispered in my ear. “IContinue reading “Little purple person”
Snuggles
I just wanna snuggle. I wanna wrap my arms around him or make him rub my belly. I just need him close cuz I missed him lots today.
Doors 1/3/19
Ultima Thule
Nutella Jar
I saw a woman Fish into her purse and pull out a spoon then the jar of Nutella Now, I love me some Nutella but I’m not sure I’d carry around an entire jar with a spoon -Saschia Johnson Propped upright
Propped upright
Upright because I can breath no other way Propped like a doll in a pillow shop placed snug between designer pillows Except I’m no designer item Just a prop A comfort a symbol of home I am home between the pillows not because of the pillows I’m home because the stuff inside me the stuffContinue reading “Propped upright”
song tune
The moon the sky Have I heard her song Is the tune my own The lyrics circle my car Echoes of ghosts ask if I’ve eaten They take my hand and offer me raw honey The bees vibrations buzz around me Do I have to ask if they’ll sting?