
Writing is the life support that keeps my heart beating. – Ash

Writing is the life support that keeps my heart beating. – Ash

So, what do you think of my new logo? Sorry my friends, this post is a definite shameless plug and I apologize right away. But, I can’t help sharing how I feel about it. I’ve posted it on a few social media platforms already with awesome feedback so far and I just had to make a blog entry to keep the happiness going. I commissioned this some time ago and I am super thrilled with how it turned out. The process was a slow one, and I wanted it to be that way. It had to be perfect, and I wanted to get something that speaks to who I am as a writer. I think it hit the exact mark. Don’t you?
In the same conversation and very serendipitous, a very good friend of mine over at One day at a time… suggested a few days ago that one of my quotes would look good on a coffee mug. Ding! A light went off. That suggestion and the fact that my logo was ready, made me think of combining the two and potentially creating a little project for myself. How about dabbling into the world of swag, Ash? Maybe a said coffee cup, or a T-Shirt, or pretty much anything I could detail using both my logo and some of my works. Of course, this is coming off the high of being excited, but I feel motivated. It’s a good feeling, I’m proud and I don’t care who knows it. Let’s see what I come up with, shall we? In saying that, I have attached a photo below to give you a glimpse of my vision and what I am talking about. Please, your comments are welcomed and go ahead and share your thoughts. Feed my excitement and you never know, I might give it a shot. Maybe in the not so distant future you too can own a little Earth to Ash.
Until…


As another day sets, I stand in retrospect and watch as the sun goes away…maybe forever. A few minutes left of today to ponder some yesterdays with an old friend who has since lost his battle. Sadly, I am reminded of one of the realities of life is death. And, how sometimes we take life for granted not knowing for sure if tomorrow will be. – Ash

The only thing I hate about writing is having to return to the real world. – Ash
Boats sway nestled to port
quietly breaking the ocean toward the shore
its laps catch my ear
then, I see
I watch as the moorings drip
counting seconds for no reason
high over in the charcoaling sky
chimney smoke rises, strangling the hills
there…
blips of buoy lights reach north and south
tomorrow to be a beautiful day
this, a story, a grandfather tale
to comfort me
as I am ushered home by the dear harbour
before it can sleep it sings
lending me its sounds for sweet dreams to come
allows me the harmony of its salty crests
until I turn my door in goodnight
I listen for the songs of the harbour