You and me on a boat drifting between heaven and earth. Funny faces and parental nicknames like nappy and blankie. We’re rugged from it all. Tired and oddly inappropriate. But together we’re something else entirely. We’re mountains or islands we’re something larger something worth exploring. Yes, we are new and uncharted territory. WildContinue reading “Wonderlust”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Creative Process
The creative process to me is the most important act. I feel it’s important to demand respect in my creative process. Of course, this process isn’t a thing that’s visible to all. And that’s because it is created in my own mind, so it’s not expected to be understood by anyone else. We have secrets,Continue reading “Creative Process”
From: Your Muse
I’d show up if you wrote more for me I’d lay it all out for you if you took five minutes out of your day to write me something pretty There is nothing else expected but your words flowing in their own natural beauty and your thoughts the root of it all. Sprinkle them withContinue reading “From: Your Muse”
Doors 3/8/2018
Approval
Is this good Do you like it But do you really like it Idk how you could, it’s terrible -Saschia Johnson
Retractions
Here I sit with not one fake mother fucker in my face. I’ll humbly admit that there are some days I shift. I’ll suggest something I don’t agree with and when I become conscious of my falseness, I retract it as quickly as I can. It’s just much easier to be elsewhere in my mindContinue reading “Retractions”
Doors 3/2/2018
The Neighbors Cat
It’s a calico and stalks our yard with spiritual confidence Sometimes I lift the curtain to get a better view It freezes we eye each other And it’s quite entertaining Especially when I should be writing When it tires of our connection It disappears behind the bush that divides us. Tomorrow we may do the sameContinue reading “The Neighbors Cat”
Love notes
Love notes Encourage me To keep going Send more please.
Fishing
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 these words one after the other What we build here makes complete senseContinue reading “Fishing”
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