When I read the work of other writers, it’s like I am receiving a word transfusion. Their creativity getting shot straight into my veins giving my own life again. – Ash
Am I Write? # 31 – Writing is a Blood Type
Setting – Haiku
as darkness bleeds in
this shade and its salty taste
prove I am alive
Me and the End of Summer
Red sky evenings
I remember them
stretched highway at eight o’clock
over the overpass to watch
there is one last summer night coming out to play
my pace quickens to catch up
traffic flies by this one road boy
who is wandering far from what hecan recognize
adventure must be the same no matter where you are
until I pass by an old train track that divided two kinds
no friends from eitherso I move on
you could hear blades of grass keep a cool breeze in check
slowing down seconds for teenagers of the land
to win toys, steal kisses, and lose ice cream
it is impossible to be this alone
with Carnival noises filling the air
but the lights threaten shadows
the stars show up, crowds filter, I am lost
walking forever on the eve of September
heading back to the red road…
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Story Jots # 6 – UFOcean
It showed up around seven. On the button because Charlie and I had just left the wharf about to start the last whale tour of the day. We were barely at the edge of the bay where it connects with the rest of the ocean when it first peered through the fog. The fog looked as if it was moving with it. Never once revealing too much of it. At first, we assumed it was some offshore ship coming in for unexpected repairs or supplies. That happens from time to time. You’d be amazed by some of the crazy-looking vessels that drop anchor in this harbour. It’s because of how deep and wide the harbour is, and how world-class our shipyard is known to be.
Continue reading “Story Jots # 6 – UFOcean”Dirty Dare
that night there was a fire in all their eyes
each time a heartbeat, another felt its rhythmic passion
a guise was given to open the euphoric
allow dreams to transpire
give way to deep fantasies
unlock rooms full of lust
a house of secrets welcomes a guest
sweat makes him shine like a trophy
his skin is a craving
aphrodisiac to taste
casting eyes no matter where the gaze
he cannot see for propositions
adventures without warnings
free tickets without cost
dare he swims in a sea of naked taunts
dare he wade in a sultry ocean
dare he listen to pleading whispers
dare he…
A Shade of Ash # 20 – Dear Mary
Take my strength, share my soul, and have all of my heart. – Ash
A Story Written in Ash
When I write, I give it like blood
all my emotions like DNA
unique to me
only it can be shared with others
it passes through to the world
I’ll never know if it lives on
a day
a week
a month
a year
…forever
but I won’t stop bleeding my words
I’ll still give away my life
for longer life
for my story
Journal Entry # 237 – Marsh Reality
If you don’t stop and look around, how can you say you were actually there? When life taps on your shoulder…say hello. – Ash
Journal Entry # 236 – Cliff Notes
Today, I found myself between a rock and an awesome place. Seek mountains and enjoy the high – Ash
Journal Entry # 235 – Roped Back Into Living
I love experiencing something that I forgot I missed. Like the smell of the ocean, the call of seabirds, and standing in the picking rain while I drift. I call them triggers when they happen. Triggers that I’m not living my life the way I was meant to. Reminders that there are pieces of me that need replenishing. – Ash
Earth To Ash 