I took some pills a while ago then a while ago, more and a while ago again. I found my friend I found a pause of silence… Read more “I took them all”
Author: Sasha Smith
Writer
Lesions & Bruises (Sestina)
I am not weak always — often my mind has lesions and bruises, welts of dark void that are fresh imprints of light headed thoughts – also… Read more “Lesions & Bruises (Sestina)”
Synchronized Fissure (Sestina)
Our souls breach at once to sunder the time, and we darklings sense awkward pauses split out, of fractured stints on souls not stricken wet yet, but… Read more “Synchronized Fissure (Sestina)”
Silence
I want to say how comfortable it is to be in silence, to sit in it and dwell in it, and spin it ’round and ’round. But… Read more “Silence”
Philosopher’s Stone
In the Gold sheath/ the gilded fur pocket with inner smooth leather stapled still by rusted iron, lays snuggled a ruby ball, a globe of blood red,… Read more “Philosopher’s Stone”
Rebirth
A thin sheet of sepia sprung lightly over the lake. It lurked in the rippled crevices. It snuck into the shadows of logs. It floated along the… Read more “Rebirth”
Fibers (Cubism)
Pt. 1 We are I mean I am popped up pockets of air I am holes held in stacks of cracks, brittle and falling I am the… Read more “Fibers (Cubism)”
Readings
In the writing group I attend I’m often fine with reading first. I sign up as number one to get it out of the way. Then I… Read more “Readings”
SASHA SMITH 