Snuggles are of most value to me in intense bite sizes. Just tight enough a hold to release my breath and only long enough to keep me missing you. -Saschia
Tag Archives: prose
Choppy
Waves rush over me I sink in and let them run their course Breathing in uncertainty exhaling relief until I’m released back into still waters -Saschia More at Jayne.Press Airy
Art
A place where rules can be bent and logic defied where man is winged and birds speak this is where I write from and also from my heart even when it seems meaningless it is something it is a piece of me and I will continue to leave bread crumbs for myself because for someContinue reading “Art”
Today’s The Day
Today’s the day to get it done to finish all the things you’ve been working on or maybe today’s the day to try something new but whatever you decide today’s the day -Saschia Jayne.Press Nesting
Nesting
boxes, bins, and labels where to put it where to put it space saver clutter buster ugh, I broke a nail garbage bags empty boxes bend bend bend batteries screw driver or is it an Philips head whatever, as long as it fits The baby’s coming deep breath baby’s coming -Saschia Jayne.Press Nap TimeContinue reading “Nesting”
Coming Back To Life
The bare trees will begin to bud again the flowers will crack through the soil and bloom and amaze us with their colors We will thaw and glisten under the warm sun and our thoughts will be on simple things like picnics with fresh berries and huge sandwiches or beach days scented of sea saltContinue reading “Coming Back To Life”
Unfocused
There’s a breeze and a howl there’s a dance I’ve missed one I’ve longed for and one I remember stomach pains and a kick in the rib my mind squanders and so I do too I’m here then I’m not I’m connected then drifting oh the fires of life burn so strongly in my soulContinue reading “Unfocused”
Silly Billy
The words that drift out of me are sometimes a shocker. Who’s that man with the big moon eyes? Who’s that girl with the upside down curls? If there is a time we need to think it’s now, but thinking is entirely too much work so we busy ourselves with tasks. Redundant tasks that requireContinue reading “Silly Billy”
A Home Full of Hope
Hope floats around my house it fogs the windows and clogs the drains but it smells of lemons and roses. And so we just wipe our fogged windows clean…..
goodnight
This is a poem about nothing I’m just writing this to sleep better and maybe wake up better There’s a million things to write about but I’m not choosing any one of them because the only purpose for this poem is a good nights sleep -Saschia
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