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Bike Writer # 59 – Seas the Day!
Posted on July 19, 2021 3 Comments
Remember, no ocean can be as big if it were not for the rivers, streams, and brooks leading to it. – Ash
Am I Write? # 16 – Started Has A Pilot Project
Posted on June 11, 2021 2 Comments
Writing gives my soul a stage to perform. – Ash
Bike Writer # 57 – I Ashore You, It’s Good Advice!
Posted on June 3, 2021 4 Comments
Having a good day starts with wanting to in the first place. So, when the focus is happiness, just try your best to finish what you’ve started. – Ash
A Harbour Night
Posted on May 31, 2021 1 Comment
Boats sway nestled to portquietly breaking the ocean toward the shoreits laps catch my ear then, I seeI watch as the moorings dripcounting seconds for no reasonhigh over in the charcoaling skychimney smoke rises, strangling the hillsthere…blips of buoy lights reach north and southtomorrow to be a beautiful daythis, a story, a grandfather tale to […]
Bike Writer # 56 – Now This Is What I Am Docking About
Posted on May 29, 2021 Leave a Comment
There are moments like this where it’s a shame I need to blink. – Ash
Bike Writer # 55 – Create A Chain Reaction
Posted on May 22, 2021 Leave a Comment
Although I am in the middle of nowhere, it’s everywhere I need to be. – Ash
Bike Writer # 53 – Never Tire
Posted on May 12, 2021 4 Comments
I conquered yesterday.I defeated today.I challenge tomorrow.– Ash
Bike Writer # 52 – The Bike…It Spoke To Me
Posted on May 8, 2021 2 Comments
Sometimes being creative and battling writer’s block can become a vicious cycle. So, I went for one. – AshÂ
Ashfirmation # 1 – Life Is Funny That Way
Posted on May 1, 2021 Leave a Comment
If you do not take life so seriously, it’s actually pretty fun. – Ash
Young Summer
Posted on January 23, 2021 Leave a Comment
took a walk-in summer grass picked a blade, made a sound the air was country wild strawberries sweet like lazy cats we lay for hours In the filthy hot, in the no time afternoons sometimes on the highway to anywhere I had never been, now I was away from home, but home In a holiday dusk I remember watching mosquitos dance we hid in quiet as the sun […]
Ash Douglas