Rebecca Ashmore 13d ago Smoke and Memories She stood in an empty room with faded wallpaper , where you could still make out the outlines of frames that once hang upon the walls . The silence was so loud that it made her heart ache with sadnesmore…
Rebecca Ashmore 36d ago 911 words Today is the anniversary of the day that the airplanes fell out of the sky with deadly intent and our nation shook with heartbreaking grief and pain … it will be forever engraved upon our hearts and mmore…
Rebecca Ashmore 43d ago The Causeway When life on land makes your heart feel hemmed in just drive across a causeway… it is so freeing… it is the vast space of water and sky that ones spirit rises to the sky like it takes flight on a birmore…
Rebecca Ashmore 15w ago Mind melt My mind is melting like the wax dripping down the candle before me …. It drips words upon the pages that lay before me spread out in a haphazard way … they like my mind is disconnected from my thoughtmore…
Rebecca Ashmore 23w ago The magical hour of sunset Come, come with me to the place when the ocean meets the sand and on a warm summer night the ocean ebbs and flows up upon our feet. If we are really still and quiet we can spot a mermaid upon the rockmore…
Rebecca Ashmore 49w ago The magical hour of sunset Come, come with me to the place when the ocean meets the sand and on a warm summer night the ocean ebbs and flows up upon our feet. If we are really still and quiet we can spot a mermaid upon the rockmore…
Rebecca Ashmore 1y ago Pearl and Penelope “P letter” Little miss Pearl likes to wear pinafores and she wears her hair in long pigtails down her back . She has a little pet piglet that goes where ever she goes named Penelope. They like to go upon the promore…
Rebecca Ashmore 1y ago advice from flowers Remember to bloom and grow where the winds of life take you . The winds might take you onto the tippy top of a lush green mountain or down into the valley next to a roaring stream…. They might take yomore…
Rebecca Ashmore 1y ago “B”is the letter Miss Beatrice Buttercup sits upon a stool in the shape of a button wearing a billowing blue dress and perched upon her head is a big bow in the color of bronze… she is sharing her bountiful bowl of bumore…
Rebecca Ashmore 1y ago “B”is the letter Miss Beatrice Buttercup sits upon a stool in the shape of a button wearing a billowing blue dress and perched upon her head is a big bow in the color of bronze… she is sharing her bountiful bowl of bumore…
