With Ashen Wings is a body of writing shaped by echoes, myth, and lived experience.
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 and see what calls to you
Or go straight to the ashfall texts or the ashfall journal and explore
Featured Posts
- Calling back
There was a timeI left pieces of myselfin every room I entered. A little here.A little there. A word swallowed.A… Read more: Calling back - Under the same moon
Two wolves came walking out of the dark and somehow I knew them. No words spoken. No promise made. Only… Read more: Under the same moon
Explore further here
prose-poems, lyrics, and pieces that move between poetry and story
Enter the Ashfall Journals here
journal entries that trace the real ground beneath the myth.
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.…