Archive for March, 2014


Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 15, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Sometimes I look at the landscape and see this absolute thing,

crows and snow, all outlines and about to take wing,

and I am hard, as hard as I must be to survive this winter.

Sometimes I look out and see such abstraction, you can’t imagine,

all shades of grey under clouds, constantly in-motion,

dim and smooth, and I fall into the softness, the warmth.

You, you are something, somewhere, sometime in-between,

a warm thing surviving, grey and solid and sudden,

and I trust it, I trust you–absolutely. Soft and here and now.



Posted in Personal Notes, poetry with tags , , , , , , on March 8, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I built

up a wall made of bottles and cans and perched high

up on it until

I believed that what

I saw and what

I said

was beautiful and true.

I built

up that fortress, at once feeling tall but languid with voices that said

I was


all alone in my crow’s nest of


I put


into smaller and smaller black boxes confessing to not

hing up until now. There’s this hairline fracture creepi

ng across my mind and a light weakly streaming throu

gh the cracks in the  wa

ll. But it’s still winter’s l

ight, and still a confessi

onal, and now

I know how sm

all I am looking

up at