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Black ants and driftwood, when writing means life

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Flash poetry: Cave life

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life. living.

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Flash poetry: lovers lens

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Flash poetry: So this just happened

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Letters baked in the mail

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Black ants and driftwood, when writing means life

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Flash poetry: Cave life

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    Flash poetry: Cave life

    I went silent, and by the time I found my voice you were gone – swallowed in a cave devoid of sound. I know notContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
    • Poetry

    life. living.

    If I were to touch the trees and smell the leaves run my finger down the scribbles on a gum, pull the pastry bark fromContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
    • Body image
    • Poetry

    Flash poetry: lovers lens

    I have always loved my men with care adored the dents and blemishes and imprints on their flesh – the speckled marks in untold placesContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
    • Elephant Tales
    • Poetry

    Flash poetry: So this just happened

    A child reached out for my hand today his sweet nugget fingers sticky with morning life, it felt as natural as breath. I did notContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
    • Poetry

    Letters baked in the mail

    Love letters served as cake dropped with care in a grieving letterbox, that’s how we really met through food in a tastebud language that spokeContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
    • Elephant Tales
    • Loss
    • Prose

    Black ants and driftwood, when writing means life

    Everyone wants to be a writer. And they should. Leading the dance of words across a page to create a picture that the reader canContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
    • Body image
    • Poetry

    Flash Poetry: kill the beast

    Those white toothed faces free from life’s creases brushed with air and a magic media wand filled with hope and broken guarantees of time turnedContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
    • Humour
    • Poetry

    I put my heart in the washing machine

    I put my heart on the freezer shelf thought the ice would shield her from herself but she got trapped and tapped and tapped onContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
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    The wakening

    Let me be just me cute as a button soft as pie fire breathing dragon with lashes longer than the plaits that braid down myContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
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    • Loss
    • Prose

    This is grief, for now not ever

    I rock back and forth, arms pinned in close, left hand in fist on my sternum, right hand clasped over it. This is grief. ThisContinue Reading

    Rachael Oakes-Ash
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