Ashton Howe

I see myself lying misshapen as a used condom against the Chicago asphalt. My face is limp, and peppered with the bits of city shit that settles along the curbs.

Beneath the willow's shade you rest, while boughs swing low to gently stroke.

I was going to begin by stating I've come to believe that nothing in life is without purpose. As the words scrolled through my mind. However, flashes of undernourished orphans and mangled victims of r...

Such seamless loops of petals blushed by flaming, setting sun. You boast as though unblemished boughs are nothing fanciful.

through incandescent air, aglow from snow and moonlight rays, i strolled with flurries falling fast upon my pinkened face.

Nonconformity isn't about blindly disregarding the social norm. it isn't about the deliberate deviation from everything socially expected. it has nothing to do with underground music.

As cars tore by with firm intent to get where they would be, their headlights sharp and motors loud as whirlwinded sea ....

Where braids of moss twine olden trees and fairy tresses fall unmarred.