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”
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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
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
And Then I Sleep
There’s a drummer in my ear I’ve been just about to tears since theystarted three days ago I don’t know why they’re here.but they are, so I listenand I hum and I sway and I write in ways that might justrecord what they’d have to say iftheir music spoke words and then, I sleep peacefullyContinue reading “And Then I Sleep”
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”
She is Divine
A mirror A poem This poem was published on the publication titled Know Thyself, Heal Thyself Highlights by medium writers who were also fans of the poem. 🙂 The way your secrets savemy simple fingersand your mind moves me tobe still, leaves me wanting moreof you Waters crash toward theechoes of my past, anda fountain burstsContinue reading “She is Divine”
Metamorphoses III
Ode to Ovid This is the third part to a three part series Read Part I here Read Part II here Part III Metamorphoses Her hair weaved with precious flowers,her skin glowing from bathing in the hidden waters.Her eyes set upon her woodsman.Her heart as pure as a heart could be;she walks toward the town.Continue reading “Metamorphoses III”
Metamorphoses II
Ode to Ovid This is the second part to a three part series Read Part I here Read Part III here One day, a king’s knightentered the woods.He fell upon the divine beautywho had invested herselfin the woodsman. “What are you doing livingin these woods?Where are your clothes?” He asked. Now, the fathers below heardtheContinue reading “Metamorphoses II”
Metamorphoses
Ode to Ovid This is the first part to a three part series Read part II here Read part III here The divine woman rose from the dustof her fallen father and grandfathers. Her naked body warmand beating with life;Her hair so long itbrushed the ground she walked on. She was gifted with blissfrom herContinue reading “Metamorphoses”
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