Sasha Evans : Writing

I Have Jesus In My Pocket

I Have Jesus In My Pocket

A Poem by Sasha Evans


I have an acquaintance in my pocket… I’ve known him since I was smallThrough the thick and the thinHe’s been with me through it all..
Anticipation

Anticipation

A Story by Sasha Evans


I unconsciously fiddled with the loose string on my jacket. I had never noticed it until that moment. It was a small thread; barely noticeable from i..
Chalkdust

Chalkdust

A Poem by Sasha Evans


It’s starting again. The sleepless nights, meandering up and down the chutes and ladders, going back three spaces and losing myself only to tur..
Rings and Strings

Rings and Strings

A Story by Sasha Evans


Love isn't shown in the material possessions that you are given, but, instead, in the memories and happiness that you create together.
Dependence

Dependence

A Poem by Sasha Evans


You taste like a morning routine of Coffee and cigarettes.A bitter addiction that makes seconds Seem like eternity.I watch you lie there, eyes closed ..
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Confessional

Confessional

A Poem by Sasha Evans


“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”I plead for release as you "Beg for forgiveness.I lay at night with a bible under my pillow "Tonigh..
For You

For You

A Poem by Sasha Evans


1. I picture us Frolicking In a field of satin Bed sheets.A twisting of limbs That even a Tree could be Envious of. The flowersWilt in shame of Our i..
Cross My Heart

Cross My Heart

A Poem by Sasha Evans


You are a childhood memory ofHoneysuckle and oranges that IHad long since forgotten until I saw your reflection in my mind.A warm nostalgia swirls thr..