Your words give me something to live for. I have plenty to live for, but your words get me out of bed when the world is weighing so heavy nothing else matters. I truly wish the best for you and when the best finds you (if it hasn’t yet) I hope you don’t lose yourselfContinue reading “Dear Writer,”
Tag Archives: prose
Just to throw it out there
These are my favorite cookies from NYC. Raspberry Tart maybe? Can’t wait to go back. Anyone know of any awesome writing workshops out there? or anywhere in New England really.
To be
While I pick at this mold I’m asked What do you want to be A fluffy cloud? Nah, it’s too late A pipe? Nah, my arms are growing tired. Well what do you want to be? I wish to remain shapeless without form not caste in a womb and fired in a kiln I wishContinue reading “To be”
Edward Burne-Jones
The picture above taken from The Flower Book by Edward Burne-Jones (1833–1898) is a series of 38 round watercolours, each about six inches across. Designs in the “Flower Book” are a fantasy on the popular name, rather than the actual appearance of the flower. According to Wikipedia, in a letter he wrote, “I wantContinue reading “Edward Burne-Jones”
Yesterdays Christmas Cookies
Yesterday’s Christmas Cookies Crumbly cookie crumbs falling to the ground lemon tang melting inside my mouth pop! cookies washed down with golden Champagne love bubbles tickle my nose -Saschia Johnson
Truffles
Truffles Golden box filled with a cryptic variety The folded paper to help me decipher which chocolate I just placed in my mouth Without that paper I poke and prod each truffle looking for the perfect one. And when I find the one that suits me I close my eyes and lean back Enjoying theContinue reading “Truffles”
Sleep, my friend
Sleep, my friend I can’t keep my eyes open The lids they’re being pulled down by a crane And the weightlessness of sleep washes over me like waves Some bigger than others I want to skip all this creating and let my consciousness free in dreams But I’m almost finished just a few more sentencesContinue reading “Sleep, my friend”
the drain sings lovely -Morality Collection
the drain sings lovely some of us lose all the time time after time until our true colours have bled out and we start to see things in black and white question on which side our shadows cuddle light which sun offers up a tanned braising against a weak pale puffed burning eagerly theContinue reading “the drain sings lovely -Morality Collection”
This is bad
This is bad These critics tell me how this is bad so bad They cringe and shrivel and their fingers twitch horizontal And I say, with the most innocent eyes I can conjure, I like it this way I like it a mess And rugged and the honesty that’s so pure it makes you cryContinue reading “This is bad”
Frayed Ends- Morality Collection
Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends- Morality Collection”
Jayne.press 