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The Movement

✨A Poem ✨ The black curtain draped over parts of me that run in the background. Sometimes the winds blow and it covers me entirely wiggling fingers reach toward all the little things that bring me joy, most likely, it’s you. -Saschia Jayne Johnson

The Celestial Stream

Two neon koi fish swimming in a glowing cosmic river through a futuristic city at night

✨A poem✨ Two kissing fish flowing through the celestial stream a golden glow just so you know, we’ll always be here with you. -Saschia Jayne Johnson

Living is an Art

There’s an art to this to be alive to kiss the stars with my feet planted side by side. Don’t ask what I sacrificed I’d not suggest it. But there’s an art to this thing called living. -Saschia Jayne Johnson If you enjoyed this poem, you’ll love my ebook! Writer’s Quest: A Triptych

The Ticking

The clock on the wall and its incessant ticking Dust drifting from the ceiling It isn’t always so loud some days the fan spins and the breeze blows into the blue curtains It’s not always so loud but it is always ticking -Saschia Jayne Johnson

Leapers

✨A poem ✨ A million cliffs and leaps into the monster’s mouth sandwiches under the sun Some people don’t make it back for sandwiches but we’ll still be there I don’t know if we’re supposed to be at the edge of a cliff making leaps but that’s where we meet by the sea. -Saschia JayneContinue reading “Leapers”

Wood Floors

✨A poem ✨ The wooden floor collects the dust of those before me in the cracks where the past lives thrive and a broom can’t reach -Saschia Jayne Johnson

Kiss from Another Dimension

✨A poem✨ The “universe” a word that perks the ears of those who believe and those who don’t. From the tiniest cell to the thoughts in my mind of you What does the word do to you? -Saschia Jayne Johnson

God

A poem Hands held in the darkness Held in the light Words whispered inside our heads bounce off the sun and into the heart of God -Saschia Jayne Johnson

Heard

A poem hints on the bathroom walls in the creak of an old door step through the threshold not the walk of shame but not far from it Lift your chin find the words and scribble them down before life echoes your words to the world before you even get a say in the matter.Continue reading “Heard”

Working on My Log Line

Writer’s Quest is an experimental fiction novel about a painter who’s searching for her mom and meets a mystical mentor. It’s a story told through different styles of storytelling that shares a woman’s artistic and personal transformation. Do you have a log line you’ve used? Share in the comments? I found a insightful blog postContinue reading “Working on My Log Line”