Performance poet and esssayist - From Wales, UK
Ode to the fresh start, for when I hear morning, I can't help but think new beginning. Be it coffee mug begging for the black
By Ash Raymond James5 years ago in Poets
Drawn to you like moth to raging flame. Like mist to mountain top. Like cold hands to pockets. You, are the flying
By Ash Raymond James6 years ago in Poets
I am asked too often, does poetry have to rhyme? My answer is always no. Poetry to me is letting your heart sing through unfiltered air.
