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The ventriloquist of hearts

If I had a superpower, I would

want to be the ventriloquist of hearts.

I’d want the power to latch onto others and

ail their aching hearts with a tug;

I’d want to mend their cracks with my strings.

I’d fell the greatest tyrants, and court the

purest hearts to my favor.

I’d latch onto my own, but with chains

instead of thin, frail, fragile strings;

I’d cover my heart with chains so I

could feel every palpitation that breathes

life into my vessels.

I would protect my heart with those chains

and it would be impenetrable- a

fortress of contentment in solitude,

a beacon of love that I would savor all

for myself.

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Prose

The Ode of Contentment

The ode of contentment is sung from birds perched on tall tree branches; the ode of contentment calls to us, freely chanting “expression” as a means of becoming one with the world.

The ode of contentment echoes throughout the brush of the forest where crickets can be heard at nightfall chirping, crying out to the parts of us that are consumed by cognitive noise- the parts of us that exist outside the moment we’re presently in and experiencing.

The ode of contentment carols out from the visible waves of thermal radiation emitted by the hot pavement we navigate day in and day out; it beckons for us to put down our text messages and yearning for validation- it wants us to seek solace from the anxieties of mass information.

The ode of contentment is heard- but not listened to. Open the box your world is confined to and sing with the birds, chirp with the crickets at nightfall, and be fluid like the thermal radiation emitted from hot pavement; the ode of contentment is the universe’s statement to us, saying “live in the moment, never waste it.”

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The Sun is Grateful Too

I saw the moon reaching out for me, calling out to liberty; I saw the moon rise for me in tranquility.

I felt the sun’s departure from me in sorrow- setting under the horizon, in search of peace from below.

Is the sun not grateful for its own illumination?

Does the sun plead for us to watch it’s placement- dependent on our illumination for its own salvation?

Without a receiver, who could appreciate its scattered rays?

But the moon understands the ways of the world- the moon is an infinite sink, drawing from the sun and giving it strength.

Without one to appreciate the majesty of the sun, perhaps it would rise no more, insecure in its ability to deliver; insecure in its shine.

So appreciate your suns- for gratitude empowers the giver to continue giving.


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From Ash is available now in Kindle eBook and paperback editions!

From Ash is a chapbook of prose depicting a journey of internal conflict.

Separated into three short parts, Burning Down, Smoldering Embers, and Rebirth, From Ash attempts to accompany the reader through hardship- as well as help the reader find meaning in their struggle.

The paperback and kindle versions can be purchased here. Alternatively, if you’re subscribed to KindleUnlimited, you can read the full chapbook for free!

Sample prose from “From Ash: Taming the Phoenix”