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”
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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.
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?
Symbols- revisited
She asks for symbols while I doodle stars and hearts in blue ink across the top of a blank page Maybe I don’t get it, Professor Maybe I never will I’m on to circles and squares Images of old Egyptian pillars appear containing hieroglyphs with no meaning Evoke the imagination She voicesContinue reading “Symbols- revisited”
Puddle of Life
Life leaked out my finger tips It was a sloppy puddle of mush leaving only a carcass of skin slabbed on bone Like a chicken on a cheerful walk to the slaughterhouse emptied mindless and tired -Saschia
It’s speaking to me
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”
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”
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