Audrey Ashira

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peices of short story

In scrap-paper snippets on December 8, 2010 at 2:37 pm

Maybe you don’t write letters. Maybe you don’t have someone worth writing them to or receiving them from. But maybe you do, and maybe, just maybe, you find absolute delight in lined paper scrawled over with ball point pen – because you love receiving a little piece of a person’s heart and a person’s soul, in a plain-white post-marked envelope.

some day I will have boys

In freewrite, poetry, scrap-paper snippets on July 2, 2010 at 10:17 am

someday I will have boys
5 or 7 if I am so insanely blessed
and they will all have frogs
and lizards
and snakes
which they will be told to keep out of doors
[but that will not always be the custom]
and they will get cuts and scrapes
and splinters in their feet –
all of which, I will play nurse too
And they will be getting bit so often
it will become routine
and I’ll look at it and point to the plaintain leaf
in the yard
and tell them to rub it with it till the swelling goes down
and I’ll go on making the next meal
and scrubbing the mud stains and blood stains out of the dirty laundry

People will wonder why I am so terribly calm about it all
but nothing can scare me.
I have brothers.

apart

In freewrite, scrap-paper snippets on June 29, 2010 at 10:00 am

stop killing me like this
stop making me miss you

separation

In freewrite, old poetry, poetry, scrap-paper snippets on June 23, 2010 at 10:27 am

I’m used to it now-
long separation
It’s an old companion of mine.
Sometimes it cries
Sometimes it beats me in a fit of rage
Beats me till I ache all over
Beats me till I’m lying on the ground.
Sometimes it merely starves me
Leaving me with that empty feeling in my stomach
in my chest
But it’s not always so cruel
Sometimes it’s indifferent-
When the sun’s low in the sky
And the shadow of separation
is very, very long.
Sometimes it looks at me
with its dry eyes
And I want to beat my hands against the ground.
Sometimes it lies beside me
In my empty bed
And it whispers of you
In the long silence
[And I whisper back.]
When I dream
I forget him entirely
And you’re back with me again.
But only when I dream.

Distance is a woman
And I’m jealous of her.

you are a hand; i am a glove

In poetry, scrap-paper snippets on June 23, 2010 at 10:15 am

you are a hand; i am a glove:
you slip into my heart
in the softest, strongest way
and it’s a perfect fit

sisters

In freewrite, poetry, scrap-paper snippets on June 22, 2010 at 8:56 am

My Sister,
Miday-
warm
and bright
and burning like a fire

On the horizons
Of the deserts
Of your eyes
I see you

You are spirit

My Sister,
Midnight-
Deep
Blu-white
And scintillating

In the windows
Of the highrises
Of your eyes
I see you

you are dreams

shira

In freewrite, poetry, scrap-paper snippets on June 17, 2010 at 10:49 am

I will make the rythm
make the beat

[one
two /tap/
two, three]

You –
Let your fingers
Dance over the strings

[strum
chord
har-mon-y]

We will teach the forest how to sing

through my window

In freewrite, poetry, scrap-paper snippets on June 17, 2010 at 10:08 am

Leafy shadows
and sunlight
Dancing on my floor

*sigh*
just let me stare at that all day
I ask no more

archeology

In freewrite, poetry, scrap-paper snippets on June 17, 2010 at 10:01 am

Writing
Oftentimes
Is just like
Archeology

[me,
in a desert
scrubbing at sand
with a brush]

back when

In freewrite, poetry, scrap-paper snippets on June 17, 2010 at 10:00 am

Remember the days
when the world was simple?
when happiness was bike wheels
turning over the pavement
and every concern
was wrapped in gum paper