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A poem on awkward little joys. The petal of a flower against lips smothered in 7 layers of balm. The air filled with the scent of cheap perfume from the hair store a few towns over. Hair and fingernail unkept…read more

Pitch black the taste of iron in the air a mysteries shatter beneath my soles the opening shrinks the same way my motivation does with each step deeper until it’s gone. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Once the sun rises, something new is afoot. Sleepy fingers wrap around warm mugs while eyes drift to no where in particular and my mind puzzles about how I got here and where I’m going. The return to life is a slow one for me. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

A bird at flight slips down into the the rushing movement around town. He can lift to the sky at any moment to get away from it all. The scent of fresh roasted coffee beans marinates the free bird’s feathers before he lifts again to the open air where the busyness of the town can’tContinue reading “Liberated Bird”

One step at a time moving towards the place where presence matters There’s no sure way to get it right the only right thing is getting there -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

The sidewalk slips sideways a neon yellow dandelion falls roots toward the sky and lands in the curve of my curl The shift is only a slight one but enough to remind me that I am alive. -Saschia *Jayne* Johnson

Under a blanket of stars the world awaits something new, improved, unused. Forgetting about the craft created with intention knitted from threads passed down from a stranger into the same hands that belong to curious eyes. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Damp blades of grass and a wreckage brought to the surface from the raging seas some things are left in the depths and never again seen but this wreckage rose to the surface and was laid out bare splintered across the sand. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson Let’s Get Connected!