an outdoor bookmark
is blueberry in nature
the chapter with you
the creature lurks when light flickers to dark
growling in the void
slashing at reality
dwelling in crevasses, damp, dirty, and soaked
drenched in bad, covered in wrong
broken and abandoned
The dawn of a day is when life takes a deep breath. – Ash
Photo By: Sara Swain
street of dampened cobblestone
dirty pigeons and trampled smokes
where marquee lights faded in the creeping sun
and police cruiser chirps, shooed on
as randoms of strangers filter out of holes in the walls
scurrying from the light
with squinted eyes, messed up hair…
empty pockets and smeared makeup
they all zombie
stagger…stumble…kiss and curse
down a drunk-filled stretch
past half-eaten pizza by the atm
after the hot dogs being served with rotten hands
before the guy with the sign looking for money
next to the lady who bums cigarettes
while muffled beats still play out
faint
like the night is still hanging on
barely
to dull-sounding music like life support
it makes you sick as you stand there
then you laugh for no reason
check your pockets
and hail that holy cab
Sunday morning
I could smell the scent of church perfume
Nan must have just left
Pop is cooking me eggs and mmm…eggs like no others
special
for me
he loved it
taking his time, trying not to break the yolk
my thing, his thing, our thing
then I appeared
through the kitchen archway
straight to the table and that inside chair
my spot til university
pop’s service was top-notch
always repeating no more
then you turn the tiny knob
on the black and white tiny old TV
cracks of static at first
our favorite show flickers and plays on
it must be ten o’clock now
because the sun is stretching through the window
reaching the rocking chair
where pop is sitting in listen
here’s to adventure
here’s to romance
here’s the Cisco kid
not a word is spoken
souls in harmony
time in quantity
a moment in quality
memories of black and white
bring me the most colour
Hey everyone,
You know how I’m always promoting Newfoundland and Labrador in some way, shape, or form, right? Well, I just thought why not share more given it is St. Patty’s Day. It’s a big deal around here, so allow me to showcase some traditional Newfoundland and Labrador music for you. A taste of the music that’s likely being played in every local pub and bar around the island on a day like today. There is no scarcity of people singing at the top of their lungs, playing traditional instruments including the ugly stick(*see below), getting three sheets to the wind and toasting each other with a few too many green beers. I hope you enjoy these traditional tunes, and they should give you a good sense of how deep our Irish roots are. Let me know your favourite and CHEERS!!!
I cannot believe that it’s you
you’re different
you seemed just like me up to a point
now you’re someone else… but not you
I think that and I don’t want to
your life is a sweet story and I have some of those pages
I would love to share them with you if you have the time
the real you
the one in my thoughts
my memories
my dreams
we are still connected you know
and I feel you sometimes
it might be a random smile I get
or a warm feeling all over
you too I bet
that’s the universe saving us for another day
storing our true feelings for each other
where nobody else can find them
I know that and I know that you know that
so, until another day
Grey reminds me that I have endured. I have withstood, no matter how raw it has been. How harsh and unforgiving. I look at stormy days as a necessary part of life. A part that teaches you what you are capable of. – Ash
Take a cold hard look, and you’ll feel it. – Ash
Need a break? Go for a walk at night. – Ash
Earth To Ash 