Shade of Ash # 11 – Albert James Douglas

My Grandfather

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. – Helen Keller

Am I Write? # 13 – Writing Is My Soul Purpose

If I die tomorrow, you will find me in some other life writing about it. – Ash

Thank Good It’s Friday

No matter what spirit fulfills you, find your way to it, and become one with it. Conquer today, destiny comes tomorrow – Ash

A Shade of Ash # 10 – Why I Write

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I write because I have a voice. A voice deep inside that never stops. It never tires out or falls silent. Always, I’m processing. Processing my existence so far. When I write, I finally can give that voice a platform. Whatever’s inside my head, my heart, those thoughts, my feelings, and all that emotion get tapped into and allows that voice to escape. – Ash

Beaten Heart – Haiku

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My heart beats loudest
for someone no longer there
keeping me alive

Journal Entry # 224 – Grinning the Battle

Anxiety can sometimes trick me into thinking I can’t beat it. When I smile, I take back the lead. – Ash

Journal Entry # 223 – You March My Words

Sometimes I forget how beautiful life truly is, I’m glad I have Spring to remind me. – Ash

Journal Entry # 222 – Peak Performance

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When you make it to the top of that mountain, immediately start searching for a higher peak. Your best has no limits, so keep on reaching for it. – Ash

Am I Write # 12 – You Got That Write

Where would we be without writing? Whether it’s read or written… writing’s for everybody. – Ash

Young Summer

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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 went to sleep
while children ran through the tall trees 
like tiny beasts searching for their capture 
there was so much laughter inside my heart 
a new smile I learned to grow 
pure place full of running and joy 
town between the seconds 
I’ll be back again someday