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”
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He’s A Writer
We have a writer in our midst He’s wild, and uncouth and scares the others away with his insane laughter and honest mouth but the truth is I want to hear everything he has to say -Saschia Your story needs to be heard Check out my last post at Jayne.Press
My Light
You are worth more than a thousand words you’re worth the search that never ends As long as you are the light at the end of my tunnel I’ll always have something to strive for -Saschia Johnson on my back
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
puzzle
here are the parts some broken some whole and worthwhile others timeless but when hung together it becomes a symphony a novel a coming to that can be revealed in no other way -Saschia Another poem? Step
Moments of Desire
Why do I have to want it so bad it scares me to try I wish I could calmly face my desires no matter how large They say shoot for the moon but I tend to shoot for the sky I’m definitely a toe dipper -Saschia Step
Step
Step one foot at a time hope for joy accept but don’t settle look both ways but don’t get stuck waiting for a green light
Under Construction
There’s construction on the bridge makes me not want to cross it even though the construction is being done underneath it just slows things down There must be another way -Saschia Where
Caged from Words
I pace back and forth like a caged animal waiting for a stray hand and an unsuspecting little one Maybe just one time they won’t pay attention and I can slip them between the bars Some eye me down and to show them who’s boss I lick my lips and then theirs and then my ownContinue reading “Caged from Words”
Doors
Derrida, Deconstruction & Of Grammatology
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