The sun is coming up The more I write The less I sleep But I’m going to figure it out I’m going to get through this -Saschia
Tag Archives: prose
Waaahhh
From left to right From side to side I’ve been up Up up up To write To soothe To make my dreams come true Something is off though And so I write some more -Saschia
Mount Ararat
Water gushes from my throat down my chin down my shirt and slowly makes its way to my toes I’m drenched in water A pigeon landed on my shoulder with a leaf in its mouth It waited til the earth shook Then flew away My life is just beginning now it will never be theContinue reading “Mount Ararat”
Folding Me In
My thoughts Thick as molasses are folding me into the dark sticky world inside me I swim in possibilities And fiction And relationships That are questionable Here I stir in the wonder of it all -Saschia
Just Well-Rested
The jig is up I’m not full of any tricks I have empty sleeves I’m just well rested And that’s a rare thing -Saschia
Rebuilding
You got what I need in your back pockets And a life with me in the palm of your hand And I want it And I’m thirsty for it But I’m not interested In expectations Any longer -Saschia
Matters of Life
Revisit After revisit With him Drifted off into normalcy Scared me And now it’s time to sip some whiskey And try one more time One foot in One foot out And short periods Of having two feet In the same place -Saschia
Solipsism
She’s gone snuffed out with just a thought not person could save her or her body or her works dead and gone the gift of being mortal the gift of life to gift your body into the hands of another because there is no fight there never was pain is an act ofContinue reading “Solipsism”
A Whole Woman
She is a combination of everything she’s always wanted to be. She left limits for roadways and labels for truffles. She embodies a collection of all the mothers who raised her and all the fathers who tried their best. She’s a voice in the wilderness and a high tide. The storm is nestled in herContinue reading “A Whole Woman”
A Woman
Take away the dishes The wife-ing The mothering And you’re left with A writer An artist !A REVOLUTIONARY Who dreams of sowing thought respect And empathy back into our existence She grasps for words And stories She grasps for experiences She fails She falls she rises Over and over again She is a woman SheContinue reading “A Woman”
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