If one day I could be translucent that wouldn’t change a thing. If one day I gained all the knowledge the entire world possessed it wouldn’t change a thing. If I work to grow everyday I will have changed everything I have in my power to change. I will have changed a thing. -Saschia JohnsonContinue reading “Becoming”
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Snapshots
These pieces These snapshots I hope to glimpse on my deathbed His laugh and that face he makes when he’s guilty Her creative remarks And not wanting to be normal Mom’s love poured like the great flood Memories like raindrops Collected in my poetry -Saschia Johnson
Doors 2/8/2018
Jan Toorop
According to Mutualart.com, “Jan Toorop was a Dutch visual artist who was born in 1858. He has had numerous gallery and museum exhibitions, including at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum and at the Rijksmuseum. Many works by the artist have been sold at auction, including ‘Portret van mevrouw M.J. de Lange – Portrait of Mrs M.J. de Lange’Continue reading “Jan Toorop”
Gracie at the Siege of Troy
Gracie at the Siege of Troy By: Geoff Blanchett Upon the battered shores of Troy did Gracie arise from the lapping waves. As the armies of Agamemmnon charged the walls, Gracie followed in their wake, the marks of her claws in the sand the only trace of her path, her triangular head split wide inContinue reading “Gracie at the Siege of Troy”
Lady Lemon
Wrap me up Wrap me up In something white and dry Wipe my eyes Wipe my eyes These tears have gone awry What have I done Exposing my bare breasts Weave Lemons into silk Melt Tin cans into platinum Bake Mud into a feast They dare say it They dare exclaim But hereContinue reading “Lady Lemon”
Doors 2/1/2018
First Attempt
It’s the middle of the night and my mom has me wrapped tight in a bundle of blankies carrying me to the car. Mom tells me it’s ok with a kiss on my forehead and tucks me into my car seat. I don’t wake up til the car comes to a stop. All IContinue reading “First Attempt”
Bad Thoughts
They trickle in underneath the floor boards Like a plague sent by Moses These aren’t the crippling ones they’re the ones that make you crave spoiled milk When you least expect it they make you question if spoiled milk is really spoiled The dew on the leaves drip drip drip lifting you beneath the leavesContinue reading “Bad Thoughts”
Odilon Redon
“The sense of mystery is a matter of being all the time amid the equivocal, in double and triple aspects, and hints of aspects (images within images), forms which are coming to birth, or which will come to birth according to the state of mind of the observer.” -Odilon Redon, Notes to Himself Odilon RedonContinue reading “Odilon Redon”
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