Tag: between the crevice & the meadow

  • NEW POETRY BOOK: Between the Crevice & the Meadow

    Dedicated to the beautiful, painful, crazy, dark, light, pitiful, glorious, desolate, depressing, frustrating, hope-filled, stunning, confusing, joyful, lovely, uncomfortable, & radiant space between where you are were & where you want to be, & for those who are facing towards their own meadows & not towards their prior crevices. Keep heading towards the meadow.

    Between the Crevice & the Meadow is a collection of 136 poems about triumph, mental health, depression, hope, & finally beginning to heal & step into the amazing future that’s available to you.

    PUBLICATION DATE: October 30, 2018
    PAPERBACK 218 Pages
    GENRE: Poetry

    Kindle eBook
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  • “I AM SO MUCH FREER WITHOUT YOU” – The Ashlee Craft Show – Episode 055 – Poetry

    In Episode 055 of The Ashlee Craft Show, I read a poem titled “I AM SO MUCH FREER WITHOUT YOU” from my upcoming poetry book, “Between the Crevice & the Meadow”.

  • UNNAMED POEM NUMBER 1 – The Ashlee Craft Show – Episode 050 – Poetry

    In Episode 050 of The Ashlee Craft Show, I read an unnamed poem THAT NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD BEFORE (other than me, LOL) from my upcoming poetry book, which will be called “Between the Crevice & The Meadow”. Hope you enjoy it!

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    UNNAMED POEM 1

    I sat, crying in bed
    she sat in the garden in the front yard
    eighteen years ago
    I look at where I am now
    versus all her potential,
    all her hopes,
    & I am disappointed

    I have not made her proud,
    I have not made myself proud

    – she doesn’t deserve this
    she is young, innocent,
    no one has told her yet how things will feel
    when she grows up & how desperately she will want to
    get away; she pictures it being fun
    like a better version of being a child
    but she doesn’t know how sad & desperate it will be sometimes

    I am so dark, & I am so light
    & I hope one day it will feel better but even if
    the moments still pull their punches
    I have made it this far; I can make it through

    I whisper the words back into the past;
    she is playing in the yard still in Wisconsin
    the words from the future are whispered to her in the wind:
    “I deserve better than this”
    & in the circular melisma of time
    I cannot say whether hearing this is what gave her the knowledge then
    that she should be worth more,
    or if she nodded
    having known this already all along