“Let’s discover our” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Saturday May 7, 2016
10:34pm
5 minutes
from a chef magazine

I get blood after losing seven litres in the cycling accident. I have no idea how many litres I lost but I know it was litres. I think it was “litres”. I never considered myself to be a spiritual man, but as soon as I had someone else’s blood pumping through my veins, I was. I was a spiritual man. I am a spiritual man. It wasn’t the blood, if that’s what you’re thinking. It was the act of getting the blood, that someone gave blood and now it’s in me, mixing with my own.

“Solid colour” by Sasha at Moksha Yoga Vancouver


Friday May 6, 2016
10:36pm
5 minutes
From a text

Solids or stripes
or cigarettes or pipes
Make a face and hold it tight
Don’t you let the bedbugs bite
Jump around and make a scene
No one knows where you’ve been
The theme is truth the theme is dare
Mama says that your voice is rare
Solids or stripes
or cigarettes or pipes

She’s singing at the very top of her lungs
and climbing up the ladder rung after rung
She’s wearing a hat she got from her son
And at the top she knows she’s done
She’s quiet then more so than every before
And I sneak out the side door