Sawyer Phillips

Joined September 2019

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Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨

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My Father, in Paris
My father In Paris Swinging suitcases to the curb Washing his hands of airline travel Disbelieving Achieving Gazing east on the Rue Duvivier
By Sawyer Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
Beyond Horizon
There is a place beyond horizon Mountains rising At the edge of a forgotten world A place so subtle in its brilliance So magnificently cut
By Sawyer Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
Crawl Space
I am renting a room In the tiny, southwest corner of your heart A crawl space turned cavernous is what it seemed Upon closer inspection
By Sawyer Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
Small Victory
I drove that truck My father’s From Portland to Los Angeles Only to work at an auto shop in Sun Valley in the dead of winter
By Sawyer Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
How I Survived the Pandemic as a Porn Addict
As an addict, my biggest test during the global pandemic of the past two years did not come from the fear of contracting COVID strains, the anxiety of losing multiple jobs and income streams, or even the frustration (and mounting anxiety) of addressing a chronic back injury I walked into the pandemic with. It was simply being home alone. Being alone, as an addict with plenty of time on my hands.
By Sawyer Phillips3 years ago in Confessions
How to Get Ready for Sex When You're Not Having Sex. Top Story - March 2022.
Does anyone else try to guess if someone is having sex or not? Just me? Okay, great. A new acquaintance. A co-worker. A stranger walking toward me in a mask in the middle of a pandemic while the elevator slowly closes.
By Sawyer Phillips4 years ago in Filthy
I Want to Make a Baby with You
For someone who grew up surrounded by kids - four brothers and eight cousins on my mother's side - I still feel, as I sink further into my thirties, that I don't really know where they come from.
By Sawyer Phillips4 years ago in Confessions
Beyond Horizon
There is a place beyond horizon Mountains rising At the edge of a forgotten world A place so subtle in its brilliance
By Sawyer Phillips4 years ago in Poets
One Pandemic, Two Colors
I know you’re out there. Or in there, at least. Somewhere, still safely following stay-at-home orders in your concrete apartment.
By Sawyer Phillips5 years ago in Humans

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My Father, in Paris

Beyond Horizon

Crawl Space

Small Victory

How I Survived the Pandemic as a Porn Addict

How to Get Ready for Sex When You're Not Having Sex. Top Story - March 2022.

I Want to Make a Baby with You

Beyond Horizon

One Pandemic, Two Colors

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