Ashe Vernon's Blog, page 152
September 9, 2015
adcmparrish:
you are afraid to breathe —but you do not drown....
you are afraid to breathe —
but you do not drown.
— Metropolitan Mermaids, by Ashe Vernon [photo cred]
September 8, 2015
"She likes when you call her baby
and you like the way she likes it.
How you want her isn’t so..."
She likes when you call her baby
and you like the way she likes it.
How you want her isn’t so much
electric
as it is a slow burn at the tips of your fingers.
You’ve lost sleep thinking about her mouth.
She’s this buzz in your blood like
the radio down low and
humid nights in midsummer;
she’s all young love and
messy ponytails and
sweat at the nape of the neck.
You want to kiss her.
You’ve convinced yourself
that would be enough.
- BABY by Ashe Vernon
"I’m having dreams about you when I’m awake.
I don’t know your name,
but you are dark haired and..."
I’m having dreams about you when I’m awake.
I don’t know your name,
but you are dark haired and beautiful.
(I think I made you up.)
I think I feel in love with you.
That’s not saying much.
I fall in love with everyone, these days.
It’s a symptom of chronic loneliness:
to make homes out of hands you
never even touched. But
enough about me.
What about you?
How do you take your coffee and which
song makes you think of your mother and
if I asked you, would you sit still and
just hold me?
See,
I think my body is convinced she’s an island.
Lost at sea. She’s willing
to tether herself to almost anything.
Please,
If I look a little wild-eyed to you,
forgive me. I’m just
trying to catch kisses
from the memory
of a daydream.
- THIS IS PROBABLY PATHETIC by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
You doing okay, love?
I’m in life limbo. I’m waiting for something good to happen.
I WISH I COULD TAKE BACK ALL THOSE POEMS ABOUT YOU
I WISH I COULD TAKE BACK ALL THOSE POEMS ABOUT YOU
What are some tips to writing poetry?
Find the softest, darkest bruise. Press with your thumb until the hurt starts to make sense.
whereareyoupress:
Ashe Vernon’s book Wrong Side of a Fistfight...
Ashe Vernon’s book Wrong Side of a Fistfight is available on Amazon!
The book is a powerful collection that “feels like getting lost in the woods, with someone holding your hand promising to guide you home.”
September 7, 2015
"I’m saving up love in the pages
of a pocketbook. I’m
sick of writing about it,
but I don’t know how..."
of a pocketbook. I’m
sick of writing about it,
but I don’t know how to
talk about anything else;
I have so much to give.
More kisses than I know
what to do with, each of them
kept like pressed flowers
between the pages
of my notebooks.
I have so much heart,
I’m drowning in it.”
- LONELY POET TALKS OF LOVE (AGAIN) by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
whereareyoupress:
A fearless voice shouting from east Texas,...
A fearless voice shouting from east Texas, Ashe Vernon writes of fierce softness, queer love and identity, God and family. With a gift for delicate, violent imagery, Ashe invites us to lose ourselves in her world. Wrong Side of a Fistfight feels like getting lost in the woods, with someone holding your hand promising to guide you home. This is the second book of poems by Ashe Vernon, spoken word poet and author of the blog Late Night Corner Store.
Ashe Vernon’s book is available on Amazon!
September 6, 2015
"You are the lipstick stains
In colors I could never wear
Left on the brims of mugs I haven’t..."
In colors I could never wear
Left on the brims of mugs I haven’t touched
Since you left.
You are the way I avoid certain parts of the apartment
Because sunset in the living room
Is too much like midnight in the kitchen
Is too much like mornings tangled together on your side of the bed.
You are the cigarette butts I didn’t smoke
Still sitting in the ashtray on the patio.
You are the way the stair rail still creaks because
“I’ll fix it next week, I promise.”
You are every “next week” that never happened
Piled so high, I can’t fit anymore “would-be"s
Into the shelf space in my closet.
I am riding on fumes–
The way the corner of the couch still
Smells likes you, if I close my eyes
And want it bad enough.
The way I sometimes turn on the TV
To your favorite channel
And forget it wasn’t you who left it there.
You are the reason I keep falling asleep
At my desk in the office
Because my side of the bed feels too empty
Without you breathing there beside me.”
- You Are the Ghosts in My Window, by Ashe Vernon
