With Ashen Wings is a body of writing shaped by echoes, myth, and lived experience.
Here you will find prose-poems, lyrics, and pieces that move between poetry and story — alongside quieter journal entries that trace the real ground beneath the myth.
These writings explore ash and transformation, love and loss, grief and becoming, ancestry, embodiment, silence and voice — beauty forged from what was burned or broken.
Start with the latest pieces below, or feel free to explore the ashfall texts or the ashfall journal and start with what calls to you
For those who know where they want to go,
enter the Ashfall Texts here
or
enter the Ashfall Journal here
For those unsure where to begin below is a mix of both worlds showing the latest posts of each collection
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Mirror Men
I hear a stirring in the attic like dry leaves skittering on bone. Something…
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Standing Inside the Boundary
Boundaries are heavy things when you love someone. It is so hard when you…
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Pain as a cloaking mantle
Sometimes we wear our pain like a mantle — a heavy, familiar cloak that…
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Night Pressure
It always begins in my rest. Such intimate cruelty. I wake to a shift…
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Transmutation isn’t pretty
Transmutation isn’t just mystical notion. It’s the work of shifting your own energy when…
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Spiralling to the centre
I’m bored of toxic positivity. That’s not truth. It’s lip service to a superficial…
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Between Battle and Breath
White heat through his spine. Breath smoking and eyes burning. And no rite to…
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A Waltz of Shadows
He pours the night into crystal; laughter spills like pearls across the violet nightfall.…
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Marrow & Sky
Breathing deeply, I meet crow gaze — dark, iridescent, feather by feather stitching to…
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The Storm
A body betrayed, a mind cast adrift — this is a reckoning with trauma,…
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The beast They Promised
They told me to fear what waits in the dark. I listened instead to…
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Beside Your Shadow
In the grey between night and dawn, I wait beside you — a shadow…