Ashe Vernon's Blog, page 9
October 12, 2017
haleyincarnate:
Excerpt from “SPEAKING OF LOVE” by Ashe Vernon...
Excerpt from “SPEAKING OF LOVE” by Ashe Vernon (@latenightcornerstore), featured in their poetry collection Belly of the Beast
haleyincarnate:
Excerpt from “LITTLE RED” by Ashe Vernon...
Excerpt from “LITTLE RED” by Ashe Vernon (@latenightcornerstore), featured in their poetry collection, Belly of the Beast
October 11, 2017
latenightcornerstore:
It’s time to get excited.
“BOATMAN is...
It’s time to get excited.
“BOATMAN is fearless and unique, unlike any book of poetry I’ve ever read. Vernon’s prose drips with nostalgia, pain, and hope, in what is, possibly their bravest piece of work yet.”
- Caitlyn Seihl, author of Crybaby and What We Buried
October 10, 2017
"Late October, a man plays Hallelujah on the accordion
in a parking lot outside Target. No one’s..."
in a parking lot outside Target. No one’s looking at him, or
no one wants him to know they’re looking at him, or
a hallelujah is a complicated son of a bitch, isn’t it?
Someone said this is freedom, but not in the way birds feel it.
More like an untethered astronaut caught in the eternity of space.
The opposite of claustrophobia. Freedom more like fear, or
a half-empty oxygen tank. Freedom like the boat
as it begins to take water.
This is the beginning of the running away:
chasing denial across state lines, moving faster
than my sadness. But he catches up in Phoenix—
weighs on my chest like the heat.
There, I meet a man with a bag full of meteors
who holds out a handful of rocks and calls it stardust.
Says it’s the oldest thing you’ll ever hold in your hands,
says this is what we used to look like.
And that’s how it feels—
not the stars, but the dust.
The slow burn of erosion.
But he says, stardust. Keeps saying, stardust.
And maybe space isn’t all black holes,
even if it is a hell of a lot of dark—
even if I am a hell of a lot of dark.
Someone’s letting the light in, someone’s
playing Hallelujah on an accordion in a dimly lit parking lot
and it’s beautiful. And lonely. And it feels like a whole universe
in the back of my throat.
And here we are at our new rock bottom,
and even this far down you can see the starshine:
all soft and heavy on your skin like
a hand on your shoulder, like
a ladder pointed upward,
and you climb.
A friend touches your face and says,
You look alive, and I’ve missed you.
And darling, wandering astronaut—
you are
alive.”
-
FREEDOM LIKE THE BOAT by Ashe Vernon
(You can commission a poem like this one here)
October 5, 2017
latenightcornerstore:
IT’S FINALLY HERE!!
The second edition of...
IT’S FINALLY HERE!!The second edition of Wrong Side of a Fistfight is available on amazon!
So much love went into this book. Every single poem has been rewritten, new poems have been added. It’s a completely different animal than it was the first time around. Even if you bought the first edition, I sincerely encourage you to give the second edition a try. I’ve grown so much as a writer, and I was able to really put the time into it this time around that I couldn’t the first time.I’m so, so proud of it. I’m ecstatic to finally be able to release it.
“Come here for the youth, for the apologies, for the optimism, and for the astounding love.”
- Fortesa Latifi, author of No Matter the Time
September 29, 2017
latenightcornerstore:Some thoughts for today. I know we’re all...
Some thoughts for today. I know we’re all heavy, I know we’re all hurting. But we will not go quiet, we will not dissappear.
I will do everything I know how to to keep fighting for the ones who need it most.
We will survive this.
I love you.
September 27, 2017
September 26, 2017
latenightcornerstore:
Belly of the BeastA book about overcoming...
Belly of the Beast
A book about overcoming trauma.Before the First Kiss
A book about the right love at the wrong time.BOATMAN
A story about grief, mental illness, and the gods we no longer pray to.Wrong Side of a Fistfight
A book about learning to love your soft parts.
September 12, 2017
"They said my hair would fall out.
It never did. Just like they said
my sadness was something
that I..."
It never did. Just like they said
my sadness was something
that I would grow out of.
(They had to cut me from
my mother’s stomach
because I did not want
to be born.)”
- BABY PHOTOS by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
September 6, 2017
"This is your body.
It’s a road nobody wants
to drive down.
It’s a door frame
too crooked
to hold..."
It’s a road nobody wants
to drive down.
It’s a door frame
too crooked
to hold its own door.”
- LONESOME IN LARAMIE WYOMING, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
