Am I Write? # 46 – Poof to a Proof

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

A Shade of Ash # 45 – Jogging My Memories

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

Second Thoughts # 15 – ISBN Thinking About This Memory

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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Die Trying – Haiku

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

A Shade of Ash # 44 – One of the Best Chapters Bar None

Play before reading but on low to not distract you. 🙂

A chronic smoker, that white-haired man who never stopped talking, and the backwash guy. Three reg barflies and a keep. Lies told, secrets shared, and all I heard was “Ah, one more for the road”. Swiftly, I would grab a frosty beer glass from a humming cooler, then reach for the silver tap. Froth to pour, the perfect head, and ding went the register. Sale…total….enter…$2.25.

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Second Thoughts # 14 – My Memory is a Playground

Hanging out on a merry-go-round in the heart of a summer was very teenage…

A Shade of Ash # 43 – Talk To You Tomorrow

I remember those Saturday nights we’d walk home together. In the lull of a quiet harbour. Watch a boat go out or watch the one cab we had drive down the south side. Laughing, carrying on with each other, and three sheets to the wind. Sometimes we would talk the ears off each other, other times you were too contrary. But, I would always make you laugh until you were over it.

Our strolls home from a party, a wedding dance, or the club were where our friendship grew the most. How comforting it was to have you as my best friend. You’ll always be my best friend, but I miss you and being alone under a streetlight at night still makes me mad…

…talk to you tomorrow.