“beneficial to anyone” by Sasha at the casita

Monday October 23, 2017
11:21am
5 minutes
From an email

I woke this morning with a heavy feeling
That familiar weight
Brick on chest
Snake in bowels

The dogs were barking
There are so many here
Roaming the side streets with
Nipples almost touching the ground
They’ve had so many pups
They sulk
Open though the alleys and side streets
You wonder where the puppies are

I trust you with my heart now
Something about the temperature
The past month
Has brought us closer to the root
Of it all
To God
To the stars
To the salt water

I rose with a lightness
Because you were there
In your stunning stillness
Hands up by your face

“COLD PRESS BRIGHT” by Sasha in the Kiva

Sunday October 1, 2017
11:32pm
5 minutes
from the EPSON box

I will cold press your brightness like orange juice
We’ll drink it together like moon shine
The Milky Way will guide the walk to the jungle
Where we’ll dance naked with parrots and palms

I will kiss every inch of your hurting
Where you didn’t get enough or got too much
I will love every place where you’re burning
And slow your heart with a lullaby like this

I will give you the goodness that you need now
I will waterfall into the unknowings
I will write poems after hours of loving
And chart futures on the bed sheet tangle

“intimate questions” by Sasha on her balcony


Friday June 23, 2017
10:39pm
5 minutes
From an e-mail

I thought maybe we’d start by talking about the cities where we were born
I thought we’d start by making small talk about the weather or
the government
or
the smell of the season the smell of the summer
Instead you inside my head and you say

I know we’ve met before

We have

Yes

Oh

Mundane intimate words
Rubbing soft gentleness
Mundane words that mean
everything now
in my memory space
as I contemplate
the colour of our love

“Chickpeas / Tahini” by Sasha at her desk


Monday May 1, 2017
11:02pm
5 minutes
From a grocery list

The way to his heart was through his taste
buds blooming on the upside down tree
dripping tahini and
honey
Begging for a lick
She made him falafel and pickled lemon
Peach sorbet
She tossed mint with arugula and massaged
kale with olive oil and vinegar
The way to his heart
The map she makes every day
charting the topography of a love
story that is still being written
right before their eyes
She blends tahini and chickpeas
garlic
salt
the rhythm of the pulsing
the rhythm of her heart
his heart
this heart
beats

“It’s hot in here” by Sasha in the car on the 401


Friday July 22, 2015
10:39pm
5 minutes
Overheard at the No Frills

In the shade
Under the tree marked
with our initials
we wrote songs about the parents
we’d become a decade from now.

In the heat
Pressed against the cold fridge
door we kissed places we forgot
existed.

In the summer
rivers of sweat descending between
breasts and hips and shoulder blades
we wove macrame homes where our
cactus might live.

“imagining our future.” By Sasha at the UBC Learning Exchange


Wednesday February 10, 2016
7:08pm
5 minutes
CBC.ca/books

I imagine our future as orchids
as shooting stars
as bits of sand when
under a microscope
the whole universe

I imagine our future
can’t help myself
I’m a dream junkie
arm bruised with pockmarks of
maybe and when

I imagine our future ceilings
catching wishes in open laughter mouths
I imagine our future claw foot tub
warm water swirling down the memory drain
I imagine our future babies
All cheeks and nerve

“slow motion fireball” by Sasha on her couch


Sunday February 7, 2016
11:06pm
5 minutes
from a thank you card

you came in like a slow motion fireball
wheeling and turning like a tumbleweed
bumping into a crow and a willow
diverting directions until here
you are
blowing kisses into my breast pocket
putting jokes inside cookies and taking them
out of the oven when they are still gooey
still soft
you cam in like a slow motion fireball
my life
i thought it was whole as it was
turns out it was missing the deliberate steps
the smoke
the sparks like aurora borealis across the sky of this place

“a wacky one” by Sasha on the 16


Saturday, January 16, 2016
11:03am
5 minutes
Sasha’s notebook

He’s got that dancer body
He’s proud of it
Like lightning
Like trouble
He moves with grapefruit grace
With big hands and a bigger heart
With grace and assuredness that belies his
twenty two years
He inhabits every inch of himself like
a
proclamation
Like he’s arrived and we’
re late
I’ve never seen a body like his body and I don’t know
what to do with it
When I stand
naked
in front of him
nipples shy
hips like the winter grey moon
he
he looks
a shooting star in periferal vision

“Your vision, values and needs” by Sasha on her couch


Sunday November 1, 2015
11:32pm
5 minutes
An ad for a Life Coach

Your arms around my hips
I’m Aphrodite
I’m the Appalachians
I’m striking a match and setting the sky aflame
with the colours of our love

Your head in my lap
I’m the Saskatchewan prairie stretching all the way from
somewhere to nowhere
I’m the North Star
Guiding migrations and permutations

Your forehead pressed to mine
I’m more powerful than Plato
I’m brighter than the sun on the Sahara
I’m stronger than a thousand elephants charging East
I’m ready for all the rocket launches and the boomerangs