
it is raining now
it has never really stopped
like tears from that day
"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, to the world around me"

it is raining now
it has never really stopped
like tears from that day

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, Earth to Ash, the podcast, goes on the road. Literally on the road, as I take you on one of my evening walks. With the cold snap now over and a mild backdrop at my step, I try the little podcast experiment and hope you can join me along the way. Oh, and there’s no poem or quote this time as I forgot my glasses…stop laughing.
Enjoy!!
Email: earth2ash@gmail.com

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I discuss being sick of the weather and how winter can sometimes freeze our lust for the year’s colder months. I also talk about keeping positivity going and grabbing as many pockets of happiness as possible. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
Email: earth2ash@gmail.com

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I discuss being happy. It is a simple concept, but sometimes hard to execute. Listen to my story and strategy of trying to inject as much happiness into my day as I can. Plus I talk about how age is only a number when your inside is forever young. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!

smell of evergreen
in a November forest
can take you back home

night comes earlier
snot runs down my nose as quick
streetlights guide me home

on this July summer night
I see you there in the sky
where you are not supposed to be
what happened for you to go there
why are you needed so soon
all I can do is wonder
as my heart tries to understand
why is it that time gets to pick
how fate always chooses next
when life shows that dark side
stay with me tonight
I’m not ready to leave you be
shine your light until tomorrow
a day I wish was given to you
little Anthony

Everything is poetry. – Ash

I tempted the beast
lured it from its dark home
taunting and teasing
dancing with this devil carelessly
unknown my armour has dented, chinked, and worn
unaware I left my soul vulnerable
Continue reading “The Devils Hold”