Sai Marie Johnson
Bio
A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.
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Lady Gaga -
Earlier, I said I would discuss why Lady Gaga's performance to open the Super Bowl LIX was so significant to me. It, just like Kendrick's performance, came in layers that are personal and yet apply to everyone else in the collective just as much as they do me.
By Sai Marie Johnson12 months ago in Art
Emergence from the Obscene
The blistering sensation of melted flesh should have been the first indication. And the heaviness of eyelids plastered with some sort of unidentifiable muck had to be wiped from my face even as I sat upright in the midst of the black sand with strange orange rippling all throughout it.
By Sai Marie Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The 2024 Summer Olympics
The Olympics have always been a source of pride and inspiration, but this year's games have been marred by controversy and disappointment. From the "offensive opening ceremony" to the inclusion of a convicted sex offender, the Olympics have lost their luster.
By Sai Marie Johnson2 years ago in FYI
August Updates
Happy August! I'm thrilled to be back in the swing of things after an incredible summer filled with adventure and creativity. From exploring the magic of New Orleans to reconnecting with loved ones in Tennessee, this summer has been a whirlwind of inspiration.
By Sai Marie Johnson2 years ago in BookClub
Specter of La Sirene del Crescente
On the longest day of the year, a town revives an ancient solstice ritual and discovers its unexpected power... My mind was reeling on strange intrusive thoughts - so much that the tapping sound of my pen as I dazed at the page before me had become a steady and rhythmic distraction. One that after a few moments finally occurred to me as I shook off my daydream. The art commission I had intended to complete within the hour had scarcely been outlined and I still couldn't seem to focus. I didn't understand why - I had grown distant from my aunt Sharlaine over the years, and I scarcely knew her since I moved to Houston. Sure, she had raised me from the time I was four years old - and after my mother's accident I knew it couldn't have been easy. Her creepy old house in Tremé had always kinda gotten to me - and I didn't understand why she hadn't sold it after Hurricane Katrina hit.
By Sai Marie Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Eugene Weekly Hit by Embezzlement, Future Uncertain
The Eugene Weekly, a longtime community cornerstone, is facing an uncertain future after revealing it has become the victim of embezzlement. Editor-in-Chief Camilla Mortensen announced on December 28th, stating that financial irregularities prompted an investigation that confirmed the misappropriation of funds.
By Sai Marie Johnson2 years ago in Writers
