Calm – Haiku

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the shore is sleeping 
as the blanket dark tucks in  
night sound til morning 
 

A Shade of Ash # 46 – The Longest Yarn

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I only have a portion of your whole life. But because I gorged, it is enough to sustain me for the remainder of my own. Your stories like ripened fruit that were picked just for me. In the garden, we grew together. They remain sweet to this very day. You taught me there’s no spoil in a deep-rooted yarn. A good yield will last forever when you remember where they’re planted. – Ash






Am I Write? # 46 – Poof to a Proof

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When I write, I disappear for a while. But I always come back with a story to tell. – Ash  

Bike Writer # 61 – I Like to Overlook Things

When you concentrate on the highs in life, the perspective of a low can change. – Ash

Am I Write? # 45 – Let Me Put It in Writing

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It’s not a blank page to me, it’s where the story begins. There’s an intimacy in that. Your work could have a million pages but you’ll never forget your first. – Ash  

A Shade of Ash # 45 – Jogging My Memories

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Running helps me store memories from what I can recall. – Ash






Second Thoughts # 15 – ISBN Thinking About This Memory

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Caught the bus for my afternoon classes only to have them cancelled. What now? Oh, I know. Off to the university library I go. Where I spent almost all of my free time while on campus. It was a five-minute walk from my political science class and I used every second of it to get there. Soaking up the semester sun and atmosphere of an ordinary Wednesday late 1990’s.

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Bike Writer # 60 – Tired of Waiting?

I forgot how much the open road opened my mind. So, no more pedalling around. Wait…actually, what I really mean is more pedalling around because the Bike Writer is wheelie getting ready to ride again after three long years. It’s time for a brand new bike, a whole new chapter, and a lot of new directions.

Spring 2024…

Am I Write? # 44 – I’m A Growing Writer

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If I could survive solely on words, I would flourish. – Ash  

Die Trying – Haiku

the day I accept
that your heart forgot my love
is the day mine stops