by Sasha Stone | Aug 25, 2013 | TO MUSE
It’s sort of a shame that we have to live our lives waiting to die. Will it happen suddenly and unexpectedly? Will we see it coming, like an engine going out in an airplane and that unbearable agony of the next few minutes? Or will it be a prolonged illness?...
by Sasha Stone | Aug 23, 2013 | Poetry, TO LOVE
Flesh makes a temporary border Lasts as long as a whisper– what separates you from me. You wrap your fingers tightly around what feels like my heart. Tongue and teeth, My well worn terrain burned out by flame, Awakened by fire, starting new. Yes. So it does....
by Sasha Stone | Aug 19, 2013 | Patti Smith, TO WRITE
Patti Smith imparts the wisdom that comes from being a survivor, a learner, a teacher, a woman, an artist. It is like finding a buried treasure, this.
by Sasha Stone | Aug 15, 2013 | Patti Smith, WOMEN
As much as I love men (eye candy) I love women even more I think. As I get older, I am appreciating women who are straight shooters. They can cut through the bullshit if they don’t care whether you “like” them or not. There aren’t many because,...
by Sasha Stone | Aug 15, 2013 | TO MUSE, TO WRITE
Vertigo Frisco in the light of day Painted ghosts Faces half-lit through windows and necklaces, You trailed after an invisible beauty who only looked that way when you looked for me. Your shadow freed the light. A slow moving butterfly, wings trapped in honey You need...
by Sasha Stone | Aug 13, 2013 | AGING, Blog 'em and Weep, KIDOME, TO MUSE
I remember when I first became a mother. I remember because I couldn’t let go of my baby. Literally. I held onto her for a full two weeks, I think, after a long and painful labor. I remember being challenged by the (now seeming simple) act of breastfeeding. I...
I spend way too much thinking about me.
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