Lady Wisdom

A poem

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The tides are rising and falling
at the bare chest of a woman
whose eyes are bandaged

She’s got arms and legs like an
octopus that stretch and wrap
and drown those who fail to listen

Not because they can’t hear her
but because they can
and they ignore her

She pulls them deep deep
down into a world, they can only
get out of when they heed to her
calling

To heed is no easy task from below.
The thick waters fog their vision.
They must chew through
their own arm to free themselves.

She stands thick with saliva
from the mouths of those whose
tongues tell tales that defend
complacency.

No flood will ever destroy her,
no flame will ever subdue her,
and no man will ever escape her
wrath.

Saschia Johnson

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That Kind of Night

The blankets, slept in. The air thick with smoke from the magical stuff that turns your mind inward, too inward if you let it. I wouldn’t know, I’m more of a bore. The stale sweat rubs me in every wrong way while I tell myself I’m there for some divine reason. A few drops of blood drip from the crown of his head. Flashes of sex. Flashes of nude bones and rolling hills course through me like biblical visions from above. I don’t dare ask. And here he comes with all the magic and an entire universe behind his eyes that a few of us are lucky enough to see. I respect you, is what I wish to say. I like you- like you, is what I wish to say, but instead I talk about Chipotle. I want him and he wants me but I want more. The stink of stale sex and that feeling of whether he’ll be there tomorrow plagues me enough without it. “Not tonight, okay?” And that was ok. And it was ok. Like it should be. But it’s not the sex that connect us. The sadness that sits inside him reaches the depths of hell and the arms he wraps me in feel like the sun and the moon. He is an entire universe I’ll only ever leave in body because my mind wanders towards him in the most sacred ways. So sacred, it doesn’t feel right.

Ecclesiastes

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I wanted to share a poem of mine that was published on Genius in a Bottle a publication on Medium that I really admire.

I’ve been going through a literary theory course through open courseware. (You can find it here) And I’ve learned so much and in such an in depth way. The last few articles I’ve read that were required for the lectures gave me some clarity on how I can incorporate the strong arms in my life and use them to propel my art rather than allow it to stifle me in any way. Please click the link the link to enjoy the full poem and to support our art.

Ecclesiastes

Am I but once
Am I left for dead
strapped head to a bed
chasing after the wind’s howls?
strapped to a life unplanned
but a life always wanted
it’s a yellow wood-left goes right
right goes left
As above so below so they say
I zippered, then tore, now I’m here

Now I’m……

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Your Wife III

She pokes and prods

Yells and screams

She wants sex

She wants to feel sexy

And dinner out

And he worked

he worked his ass off

But she wants wants wants

And the kids are hungry

And work is calling while they sit at the dinner table

Chicken and salad…. again

He’s glad he got fast food

But now she’s hurt and mad and sad

And needs attention

But he’s tired and she understands

So she cries in the bedroom with the baby

because she knows she’s too much

She wants to be more

To cook better

To look better with her hair and nails done

She nods off

baby on lap

Daughter in bed

Mom in chair

Dad somewhere she hopes is comfortable enough for him to get rest

So maybe just maybe tomorrow

he’ll finally have the energy to put up with her

Maybe he’ll even bring flowers

-Saschia

Your Wife II

His waves crash

Like an ancient melody

They play my song

They pull me in

I dive and dive

Only to be denied

I sit I cry

I beg and plead

Open up to me

I’m left drenched with a

Mouth full of sea foam

Drowning in an eerie silence

I’ve become a pirate

Forever in love with circling

His seas

-Saschia

Your Wife

She could climb right in the hot dish water

it’s been days since she’s relaxed in a bath

she soaks her hands just a second longer

a crawler wraps around her leg

brings her joy

brings her frustration

“just five more dishes”

wrinkled hand

wrinkled sanity

the crawler lifts a pant leg

“ugh, I need to shave”

soaked hands finagle the pant leg back down

smells like lavender and lemon

tastes like salt and soap

and feels like waiting for a million tomorrows

-Saschia

 

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Greatest Place On Earth

Welcome to the greatest place on earth

where dreams make you come alive

as they twinkle right before your eyes

welcome to the place where anything is possible

the secrets here

rarely spoken out loud

kisses are exchanged

promises are made

and Judas is welcomed

cuz he’s in everyone

but

here’s the catch,

as above so below

Just kidding that’s no catch

Come on! Let’s have fun.

-Saschia Johnson