Author: Ash Douglas

Writer, Published Poet, WritersNL Member, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast. I like my puns intended. ✍️ “I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one”

Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 16 – Kicking Stones

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.

In this episode, it’s a beautiful Saturday and I’m blowing off some steam with another walk and talk. Somedays are not as good as the others, but when life throws adversity your way you’re left kicking stones until you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep moving forward. I also talk about versions of ourselves and how our moods can change from time to time creating versions we might not like. No poem this time, but I throw in a little story from my past for good measure.

Enjoy!!

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A Shade of Ash # 44 – One of the Best Chapters Bar None

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A chronic smoker, that white-haired man who never stopped talking, and the backwash guy. Three reg barflies and a keep. Lies told, secrets shared, and all I heard was “Ah, one more for the road”. Swiftly, I would grab a frosty beer glass from a humming cooler, then reach for the silver tap. Froth to pour, the perfect head, and ding went the register. Sale…total….enter…$2.25.

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Second Thoughts # 14 – My Memory is a Playground

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Hanging out on a merry-go-round in the heart of a summer was very teenage…

A Shade of Ash # 43 – Talk To You Tomorrow

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I remember those Saturday nights we’d walk home together. In the lull of a quiet harbour. Watch a boat go out or watch the one cab we had drive down the south side. Laughing, carrying on with each other, and three sheets to the wind. Sometimes we would talk the ears off each other, other times you were too contrary. But, I would always make you laugh until you were over it.

Our strolls home from a party, a wedding dance, or the club were where our friendship grew the most. How comforting it was to have you as my best friend. You’ll always be my best friend, but I miss you and being alone under a streetlight at night still makes me mad…

…talk to you tomorrow.

Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 15 – Brighter Days

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.

In this episode, we’re heading out and about on another stroll. I talk about brighter days and how we all deserve a little light in our lives. Along the way, the church let out and sent me down memory lane with a story from a character in my life. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.

Enjoy!!

Email: earth2ash@gmail.com

Am I Write? # 43 – Read What You Sow

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My writing has grown with help from the seasoned. Their words and stories are like seeds left to bloom in the garden of my own imagination. – Ash

Tears Us Apart – Haiku

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it is raining now  
it has never really stopped 
like tears from that day 

 

Journal Entry # 248 – All Tide Up At The Moment

Morning Harbour

Watching the ocean rise with the sun benefits me on every level. – Ash

Second Thoughts # 13 – A Fare Memory of Mine

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Riding the bus on a rainy Friday night…

Am I Write? # 42 – Came to me Cloud and Clear

A sunrise for the writers. – Ash

There’s a saying in Newfoundland and Labrador and many fishing ports throughout the world that applies to this horizon.

“Red sky at morning, fisherman’s warning. Red sky at night, fisherman’s delight”.

As I stood there this morning in an awed gaze thinking about that, I felt another meaning come to me. The storyteller’s version.

“Red sky at morning, writers adorning. Red sky at night, writers give sight”.

A passerby thought I just wanted to share.

Until…