Friday, April 24, 2020

Connections





Connections

These hands write and write
Wandering into the crevices between my floor boards
I thought I heard a bed bug
It's causing this insane itch
There’s a connection, I know it
Maybe it was that night with the Russian
The silly thing must want me to
teach it English.
Or it’s sent from a lover who’s
on the other side of the wind.
Maybe it bit Einstein cuz it
walks around whispering, “It’s all relative.”
As long as it doesn’t get under the wallpaper,
I’m sure I saw it wink when I swallowed that one man whole
I survived, and you must know,
Eating an entire man
Could kill you.

-Saschia Johnson

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About the Author

Saschia Johnson writes poetry, creative non-fiction, short stories, and screen plays. On her free time Saschia likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Saschia works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." And that's what she strives to start with every morning. You can find her writing on Jayne. Press. She writes because there isn't any other medium she's felt such a strong connection with. Her need to write greatly surpasses her desire to write.

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