The light buzzes behind my 🐝 eyelids that weigh more 🐝 than the ad offers. 🐝 An accumulation of information 🐝 only to get lost somewhere 🐝 inside a mind that stretches 🐝 across the universe. 🐝 Do I float to retrieve it 🐝 or let it go? -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson Let’s Get Connected!
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Our Goods are Our Dreams and Our Dreams are Our Goods
sweet berries buried far beneath the stones that feel immovable with one’s own strength confuse confound conflate To each’s own a treasure’s known so let our wild spirits roam -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Contentment
You rolled off my sacred tongue and into some place. where there’s few passing cars and trees lots of trees. Who am I to find you where you are? What am I to do when I seek you? I’m content in the comfort of my own writing chair illuminated by the words scrolling across theContinue reading “Contentment”
My Romance with Writing
It’s not just some lover who came and left me empty standing at the edge of the world. It’s something else entirely. My romance is a mystery cloaked with a veil, an obsession that’s never satiated, and a string of words that must kiss the lips of my imagination or no one will ever knowContinue reading “My Romance with Writing”
I Wonder
✨A Poem✨ I wonder about other writers mostly the ones that are no longer with us. I wonder what James Joyce would say over dinner, or if we’d like each other’s posts on Instagram. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
We Go Together
💫A Poem💫 We can figure this out together. 🫶🏽 It won’t be the same way 🫶🏽 they figured it out 🫶🏽 because we are not them. 🫶🏽 Some things might work 🫶🏽 others are outdated. 🫶🏽 The best way to get through this is 🫶🏽 together. 🫶🏽 -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Guides
✨A Poem✨ Into the darkness 🕯️ into the light 🕯️ drifting sideways 🕯️ left and right 🕯️ I know what I want 🕯️ but not what’s coming next 🕯️ As long as the darkness and light 🕯️ find their place in my life, 🕯️ they will be my guides. 🕯️ -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Still Hazy
✨A Poem✨ Hazy skies, 🔥 blood red throats, 🔥 sore ears, 🔥 dry mouth, and 🔥 the scent of burnt… something. 🔥 The imagination goes wild 🔥 wondering what ailment 🔥 could come next. 🔥 Maybe none at all. 🔥 But the sky still hazy 🔥 and the sun 🔥 still shaded 🔥 are exactlyContinue reading “Still Hazy”
Canadian Wildfires
💫A Poem💫 The screen swallowed me whole I can’t get out, I can’t even see. Then again it could be the smoke getting to me. -Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Awakening
✨A Poem✨ Dipped my tongue in salt water to preserve myself for a day of mothering. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
