of getting lost in the path
along the quiet way home
way past the halfway evergreen
under those forest peekaboos
just to listen to the river as it runs
Without great solitude, no serious work is possible. – Pablo Picasso
Leave the road, take the trails. – Pythagoras
Friday, 7:30 P.M.
(After hitting a wall with their initial investigation, Ethan and Sarah are forced to leave the precinct in a mad panic after another murder is reported. We find them en route to the scene of the crime which coincidentally is also her best friends last known whereabouts)
Ethan was weaving back and forth and veering in and out. His 2009 Grand Marquis flew pass cars like they were parked. Traffic was surprisingly heavy for that time of day as if it were some sort of sign purposely trying to delay the inevitable. It was obvious what was on each of their minds, but still Ethan was not used to Sarah being so quiet. His thoughts quickly flipped to how she was processing this potentially horrific coincidence? Her ex-boyfriend had been found dead just days ago, her best friend was not answering her cellphone, and now…now they’re two minutes out from a crime scene at the very venue her best-friend was attending.Read More
Hello, is it me you’re looking for?
OK, I’m starting to think my last post was a bit of a jinx. It’s been yet another week where Earth to Ash has sat dormant while tumbleweeds blew across my viewership stats with each passing day. I’m a couple of life events back to back now, I must be special. This week, it was Poppy, our new puppy. She got a little ill last week and after a few days went by with no change, it became concerning. With all that going on, there was no way I could concentrate on anything other than getting her back to feeling better. So, with the help of the vet and a complete change in her diet, I’m glad to report that dear little Poppy is back to being the happy, energetic, and loving little monster she’s been since the very day we laid eyes on her. It was heartbreaking to see her sad and miserable from being sick, but as I type these words to you she’s back to her old self which is up to no good. Poppy! Come back here with my sock…Read More
Time isn’t the main thing, it’s the only thing. – Miles Davis
Wonderwall plays the lazy afternoon.
Rack em’ before the crowd shows.
I can smell the night before from the Ashtrays.
Stained carpets, humming I got used to.
Friend by hello, fist by good-bye.
I know, you’re right.
This now, the last.
You are my best friend.
So, same time tomorrow.
“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moments passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.” – Vita Sackville-West
Served purpose, now kicked away.
Maybe lost, surely forgotten.
I catch my breath in thought,
thinking about your story.
How long will you lay there?
Facing the sun,
full of hope that someone comes searching.
’til then…you’ll wait.