Mid sleep checklist incomplete Dreaming of writing this While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket I’m with my old boss looking for the next word It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving they’ll appear Slowly we place each word one after the other What we build here makes complete senseContinue reading “It’s speaking to me”
Tag Archives: Poetry
A Writer’s Wish
Numb to it all My world slipt away Was it mine This foreign body of water deserted and dripping of new substance Maybe divined maybe cursed Cure me of my ailments Feed me your wine but allow me a foot on the ground A toe? A finger? -Saschia
It’s all here
Listen to the wind and the piano key floorboards and the breaths of the sleeping Some are caught and the missed ones as silent as the answer It’s all here in the room with me -Saschia Johnson
Water Wall
He placed a hand, palm down and divided the red sea I walked across the damp sands eyeing sky scrapers of water on either side of me I thought the middle of the sea would smell salty but it smelled of baby powder and Green Tea singing melodies of childhood of hide and seek andContinue reading “Water Wall”
Symbols
She asks for symbols while doodling stars and hearts in blue ink across the top of a blank page Maybe I don’t get it, Professor Maybe I never will She’s on to circles and squares then sees images of old Egyptian pillars And creates her own hieroglyphs with no meaning (to her) “To evokeContinue reading “Symbols”
Circles -A Collaboration
The world in all its glory still vacant The abyss below echoes back words I’d like to decipher [will it ever be enough] Some days the echoes are all that matter and even though he’s my world these echoes are sticky like a magnetic night sky without a cloud for miles Where the comets andContinue reading “Circles -A Collaboration”
Stand alone
I go to the library for free WiFi and the wide variety of book options I go to feel part of the community but today the wifi wasn’t working and I’m in the middle of a book I left home made me want to get up and leave I guess being part of the communityContinue reading “Stand alone”
Crumbs Dishes
I’m in search of symbols I search the worst places first starting with Social media the dusty ones Those few I should’ve deleted a while back I clean the house Because they could be mixed in with the dishes Or with the crumbs on the carpet And when that’s through I sit and think AndContinue reading “Crumbs Dishes”
Daily Dreams
I go to the library daily to think because if I sit home all I want to do it sleep. So I pack my books and journals and laptop and drive myself to the library everyday. But the words are dwindling. Even so I find myself here with hopes that maybe the words will comeContinue reading “Daily Dreams”
You are…
You are a poet because of the way in which you document your life.
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