"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, to the world around me"
Need a break? Go for a walk at night. – Ash
Reading into things for me always turns out to be write. – Ash
more comfortable
when I walk home in the fog
I recreate it
Writing’s a breeze when you start by airing out your thoughts first. – Ash
I look at a blinking cursor as the beating of the heart of my story. It’s up to me to keep it alive. – Ash
To feel paper. To glide my pen across a page. To smell leather. To move a silk bookmark from one day to the next. To journal, to write. – Ash
Discipline cleanses the palate of regret. – Ash
Is it a wish? Is it a dream? Is it a prayer? Is it a gift? To a father at Christmas, she’s all four. – Dad
Folks, I think I might need your help. Let me tell you why. During the last week or so. And, I blame Christmas as it’s only a few weeks from now. But, people have not stopped bringing up in festive conversations that I should publish a children’s book. One very special project of mine in particular with a theme of the before said Christmas.
Continue reading “A Shade of Ash # 53 – I Literary Need Your Help”
twenty-three years
it was placed in a box
dead for you
dead like you
flatlined from any more pain
you left without a scar
as your zombie still chased me
biting
grabbing for me
I barely stay ahead
how dark were those days
where you could not see me
your vision obscured by the disease
your heart blackened by the rot
your eyes staring into some void
like our blood was no longer the same
that smell still comes back to this day
when I’m hungry for memories
some of them are spoiled
no good anymore
they make me sick
like the day I became infected
by you… by that living death
Earth To Ash 