The cafe had steady business. It just got all new furniture dark wooden tables and chairs. Every seat was taken besides a few that were in the middle of it all. Coffee scent stained my sweater and the scarf I wore in but realized it was too warm. I tossed it beside my leg onContinue reading “Just an Ordinary Day”
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The Weight of His Kiss
He smiled then pressed his lips against hers and in that moment she knew she’d be stuck trying to understand the weight of his kiss for years to come. -Saschia
Writers Workshop
Why am I here The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens Why am I here? I ask myself one more time. To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing. But we write alone So alone that we pay money to be around peopleContinue reading “Writers Workshop”
Peace Space
The breezeway is full of stuff I’ve been meaning to get to. Some new shelves Chalks and bubbles Toys and board games for fun family game nights I’ll get to it. To the organizing and shelf building I have the set up in my head. Two benches Th kind with cubbies on the bottom OneContinue reading “Peace Space”
One More
we’re going to do this we’re in this together from sunshine to moonrise I’m here by your side just one more day just one more poem we’re going to do this we’re going to do this -Saschia
Heart
There is an untouchable us An us the world can’t touch We stay forever connected No matter the pulls No matter the tugs After our many resurrections We’ll always be us One hand reaching for the sky The other grasping our love I’m hanging on I’m hanging on To the untouchable us -Saschia
Packed Away
The fair has been packed away The pony rides and balloon walls Out of sight Carmel corn and fried dough still linger in the air And the ground has muddy footprints from all the fair goers Still the grounds are now an empty space filled with the ghosts of yesterday
Ready
What is it I should write The house sleeps We’re bundled ready -Saschia
Snuggles
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
Timeless
Days go by time is lost I’m no longer sure what day it is can’t get the hands on the clock straight but it’s ok, it’s ok that I’ve lost track I’ll be back on track in no time I just want to enjoy this timeless space while I can. -Saschia