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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 29/04/2026

This poem is what happens when you watch a depressing horror movie about an old folks' home. It's one of my biggest fears to watch someone I love lose themselves, or to develop it myself when I'm older. Now I bestow that feeling onto you, my bad.

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 28/04/2026

Weird little #poem from a weird little #poet. ❧ My Prompt: - "There's No Secret [____] to [____]" ❧ Other Prompts: - "Write a poem about a trait or an item you got from a parent or garden." @cgcpoems on IG - "What are you waiting for?" @spokensincerely on IG - "A bad habit" @abrochinepoetry on IG

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 27/04/2026

We all make sacrifices, cast spells, call out for a heart that belongs with ours. #Poetry #NaPoWriMo2026 #NationalPoetryMonth

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 25/04/2026

Lost between ascending and descending, caught in the slow decay of everything I love. #NaPoWriMo #Poetry

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 23/04/2026

For your inner child, what does yours look like? Mine is a dirty fairy hunting wildling with magic in her cells and sugar on her plate. #Poetry #NaPoWriMo2026 #PoetsOfInstagram #NationalPoetryMonth #SelfLovePoems

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 22/04/2026

Not sure about the ending, but then again, who ever really is? ❧ My Prompt for Today: - "Write a Poem Relating Yourself to A Childhood Treat" @byAshleyEgan ❧ Other Prompts I Used: - "An incision" promptsbyjasmine (on IG) #Poetry #NaPoWriMo2026 #NationalPoetryMonth #SelfLovePoems

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 21/04/2026

It doesn't matter if you achieve your dreams at 13, 26, 55, or 81; what matters is that you never gave up on them. You worked for them until they materialized; you just don't know it yet.

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 30/04/2025

Just like that, 30 days and 720 hours have passed. Another NaPoWriMo has come and gone. Did you enjoy NaPoWriMo this year? Are you proud of anything you wrote? The second slide is a poem from last year.

A faded warm background with cows, the image looks papery and vintage. Black text reads:

"How to Exist Tenderly in an Even Sharper World"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"Growing up is a human flaw, the king
of the jungle still chases butterflies,
and I still sniff weeds like their flowers.

Don't let them choose for you,
because they will if you let them,
we all end up back where we came.

Take a walk down memory lane,
do you remember all the addresses?
That one neighbor is still there.

Is it getting sentimental in here,
or is it just me? Settle into the dirt,
root into the earth's memory.

The beginning ends here, but wait,
the end starts here, too. I promise,
kindness is the new violence.

Or at least it could be,
if "this" but "that" died
how free would we be?"

A beige paper background with black text that reads:

"How to Exist Tenderly in a Sharp World"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"Snuggle up, drink warmth,
feel the metronome of your heart
or the breath of a furry critter,
smile into a book on a rainy day
pick flowers in the golden sun
bask in the magic of falling snow,
take a walk down memory lane
let the wind engulf you in memories,
moments of time you long forgotten
how they can feel like a dream, another life,
bury the hatchet in the backyard
with the vining roses, poison to fertilizer,
laugh at ridiculous truths, shake off fake news
investigate cryptids and conspiracy theories
as if they were a game of Nancy Drew,
don't take anything too seriously
and look at everything with wonder,
Silver Linings and second chances
swirling in the marble of a lifetime."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 29/04/2025

Well, this is not the #poem I was expecting to create when I started writing today, but here she is. All 167 words of her. lol My prompt for today, I used on the 4th, so I used the 4th's prompt for today. Symmetry or something.

A soft, faded mountainscape over a lake; faded by soft, petal pink light leaks and a papery texture. Black text reads: "In Defense of Adam" by Ashley Marie Egan "he never did anything wrong - it wasn't about him or the garden or the little whispering snake - I was hungry for more from the moment I was made - not from his rib but from the same dust and earth - we stood on equal ground, imagine it, lying in the dirt bleeding to breed to birth all the children of man - none of it appealed to me what about my dreams?"

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 28/04/2025

I'm a simple person. If I see a #poetry prompt based on #TheOffice, I will use it. LOL. I can't believe we are in the last days of #NaPoWriMo already!

A cool-hued background with a paper-like texture and pixelated stars. Black text reads:

"I Feel God in This Chevy Tonight"
after “I feel God in this Chili's tonight.”
- Pam, "The Office" (TV, 2005 - 2013)

A cool-hued background with a paper-like texture and pixelated stars. Black text reads:
"We were born from savages
it's in our nature to scream -
you stand at the edge of a cliff
throat throbbing with sound -
light streaks through the air
as you glow like a plasma lamp -
the car shakes with my fear
a million images of a fall -
notebooks filled with reasons
to stay upright on the ground -
when you look back at me
a string of tears dangle as orchids -
the sorrow in my marrow aches
the rage in my heart's cage fades -
back inside you panted for breath
while I pointed out the constellations -
as the hours passed, the ghostlights dimmed,
and the sun rose over the dead-end road."

by Ashley Marie Egan

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 27/04/2025

Hear ye, hear ye! My back hurts, and I'm on Shark Week, so here is some #poetry to make things sweet. 🦈😭🍫

A warm, faded image with a papery surface. Black text reads:

"The Last Message: An Expose on Heartbreak"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"The soft crackle is new,
now I'm imagining you older.

The background is alive
with TV vomit and bated breath.

The words you're saying,
have been said before tonight.

The echoing tenderness and sanctity
of our old oaths die in my ear canal.

The mistaken memories
and nights of blurred passion.

The ache of breaking, of losing parts,
what's real-and-true has no guarantee.

There's a soft crackle in your voice,
now I can't stop imagining you older.

Do it, I dare you. Grow old without me,
I promise, the world has so much to offer."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 26/04/2025

You only get a peek at today's #poem, so don't expect to see how I used my prompt for today. 😂

A warm photo collage of a bee and the woods, overlain by vintage papers. Black text reads:

"The Drone Bee"
-by Ashley Marie Egan

"Well, they are sensitive -
soft as pollen, heavy as grief.

They craft vulnerabilities -
the way beavers craft dams.

They shed their histories -
peel of the past like dead skin.
- an excerpt"

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 26/04/2025

I enjoyed how this poem came out! Big thanks to Amy Kay for the fantastic prompt! As for my prompt for today, well...I wrote two poems, and the poem I wrote with my poem for today is gonna be saved for now.

A faded purple starry background with black text that reads:

"Directions Back Home"
(after Juan Felipe Herrera)

"When you reach the river bend, turn towards the rising moon and walk down the meadow path to the patch of dandelions ready to be renewed. Blow every seed, follow the spirits down the mountain to the forest floor.

Only by walking on the fallen leaves will every crunch whisper a direction, but the fireflies are more than happy to help. The glowing blink of their bodies will lead you out of the mossy thicket.

With every nick of a thorn, rummage through your rage until the pain is gone. From there, you will fall onto a dirt road. The sun will ask you to climb, but the wind will beckon you to descend.

You will make the choice your most uncomfortable with, but somehow you'll end up in the same place. The lake is colored in warm hues from the setting sun. When the desire to be painted in light strikes you, jump in.

Float with the current. Let the silky water tuck you into the stars. When your eyes open again, the light of early morning will cascade over your tired bones. I will be there at the dock, arm outstretched, and lantern heart aglow. Welcome Home."

by Ashley Marie Egan

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 24/04/2025

Happiness is an evening under the stars with no worries clouding your brain. A sunny day out at your favorite place. The rain in April brings everything back to life. The colorful leaves in autumn. The crisp snow in winter. The flutter of excitement, and how it makes the heart go boom.

A paper texture with the faded image of dandelions in the background. Black text reads:

"A List Poem of the Ways I Self-Medicate"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"1) Ask the stars questions to be answered in starlight.
2) Blink softly upon the golden eye of a solar eclipse. Gaze long into the silver eye of a full moon.
3) Treat the mirror as an art frame; learn to love the art that is me.
4) Get goosebumps as often as possible. Feel the chill, the body's tremors.
5) Fed stomachs, before they have the chance to growl or ache.
6) Growing despite the pain. Playing despite your age.
7) Letting what will never be finished go free.
8) Walking through a soft breeze with dandelion seeds in my hair. A smile as they ask, what did you wish for?"

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Cats of Yore @catsofyore.bsky.social · 22/04/2025

Gorgeous photo from The Color Nature Library: CATS by Peggy Wratten, 1977. I can't find the photographer's name, unfortunately. None is noted anywhere in the book.

Beautiful photo of an orange tabby tuxedo cat gazing out of a window with a crack in the glass. The wood trim on the window is an almost identical orange to the cat's coat. So much orange could be too much with no contrast but in this photo is works brilliantly.

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Greg Andree @gregandree71.bsky.social · 21/04/2025

The Our Flag Means Death themed little library tour! #OFMD #littlefreelibrary

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 23/04/2025

Today's #poem was shaped mostly by Skyer's prompt to find something I wrote a while ago, but don't remember writing. I found and used the line, "we ate each other's colors".

A faded, noisy background image of warm pastel clouds. Black text reads:

"After Neverland"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"Moonlight pools in the
hollow of my collarbone -

you spoke in short phrases,
soft quivering demands -

"God is a woman and I'm,
well, I'm here to worship." -

this isn't a poem to answer
all your burning questions -

this is a poem for the lost ones
who grew up hungry for affection,

how their hearts never changed,
we ate each other's colors -

bolosming without permission
caught in the flow of endless change."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 22/04/2025

Saving today's poem (that I wrote with today's prompt) for later. Instead, here is a poem I wrote on the 20th that I have edited and am now tentatively ready to share.

A soft, purple background with a rough texture. Black text reads:

"After the Soul Was Created By"

the song of a celestial whale -
stars blinked open their eyes
in time to see midnight blue
ignite in bright green ribbons -
the hum of a waking season
brought the forest to life
with teeth, tongues, lungs -
to whistle songs of life
into the crust of the Mother
with her four elemental hearts -
deciphering our dreams
before we have them -
the precise moment before
when frost melted down
the spine of The First -
a time before chalk outlines
or cauterizing old wounds -
when the world was young.

Poem by Ashley Marie Egan

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 21/04/2025

The working title for this #poem is . . . "An Exterminator Quits on Day One"

e background is a faded and ripped photo of birds flying in the sky. Black Text reads:

"Can I ask you something
about the harmony of birds?
You see, my heart is a land
of gentle devastations.
All my tricks rotted beneath
a well-kept exterior.
A Victorian house
is in here somewhere,
haunting my pink matter.
Salt the marrow
and burn the bones —
a nest is replaceable.
What I mean to ask is —
would you forgive me
if I didn't burn it down?
If I let the house stand,
to protect the nest
to hear their songs.
Would you understand?
Could you forgive me?"
By Ashley Marie Egan

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

Oh, to be painted in the colors of Monet's world.

The background is a faded version of "Water Lilies", Claude Monet (1906). Black Text reads:

"The Last Supper in the Style of Monet"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"The walls have dissolved into air,
now everything has a soft haze.
A pond rests to the right of the table,
water lilies speaking in emerald tongues.
Sunbeams cascade into kisses,
dappled glow, lacing light with life.
Their feet rest on a damp moss bed,
between their bare toes,
they can feel the pulse.
The meal is painted in
shades of pastel -
as if their plates had
grown from the ground.
Everyone is colored
in magic shades of earth -
a blueprint of how to
grow into oneself.
Longing too silent.
Hunger too loud."

At the top of the page is an image of the painting "The Last Supper", Leonardo Da Vinci (1495–1498). The Last Supper, is a fictional depiction of Jesus with his twelve apostles as they dine together for the last time. The painting explores the moment Jesus revealed that one of his disciples would betray him. He is seated in the center with a face that some would call forlorn. His disciples gossip in the corners of the painting; many of them express shock and concern. The scene emphasizes the emotional weight of the betrayal and sacrifice.

At the bottom of the page is an image of the painting "Water Lilies", Claude Monet (1906). Water Lilies is a part of a series os paintings Monet painted at the Garden. Water Lilies depicts a soft and hazy green pond in the throes of spring. Pink lilies and their pads are scattered across the pond. Reflections of the sky, trees, and clouds are visible on the surface. Monet used vibrant colors and soft brushstrokes to capture the dynamics of light, shadow, and color on the water's surface.

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 18/04/2025

Raise your hands ✋ in the comments if you wanna join me on an alternate timeline/universe jumping adventure?

A soft, warm, faded piece of paper is overlaid with an image of moss-covered rocks. Black text reads:
"In an Alternate Timeline Where We Are Lovers of Legend"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"They would summon us in Summer or Autumn, because we were always hot and falling. They would ask me how you responded to pain, not yours, but mine. They would ask me a bunch of "what woulds". What would they do if I were murdered? What would they do if I were harmed? They are looking for a cut-and-dry answer. For dewdrops on mossy carpet beds. We tucked winter into sleep before burning our sugared lips together, how the amber smoke curled. We were created for love, to love. Sharp needs soft. If blood was spilt, if evil came for my breath— my lover wouldn’t get revenge. And why would they? That's the reason I love them."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 17/04/2025

Happy National #Haiku Day! I present a poetic prologue for a memory written solely in the most basic Haiku format available. 😂 I'm not sure how I feel about this one, but hey, it's all mine.

A soft, warm background with hues of red. Black text reads:

"Hiakus as a Prologue"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"The night of burning,
all doors opened with a hum.
Wind whispered her name.

Absence, consequence,
a million idle questions.
An answer in bloom.

She took hold of me,
heart shivering in her hand.
My bread and butter.

The sunflower fields
are ugly the way I am.
Seed faced, sun towers.

Souls reaching for light
have the most beautiful glow.
For they're still growing."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 16/04/2025

Some #poetry about being born. Has anyone else thought about how we felt the experience of being born, but we'll never actually remember what it felt like? Just some weird food, for weird thoughts.

A soft, warm paper background with a faded watercolor painted sunrise. Black text reads:

"In Your Own Words, Tell Us How It Happened"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"In the afternoon, on the day I was born,
I buried the sun with violet clouds and copper hawks.

My mother bled honey
and hand-me-down tramuas.

My father fed me from
the wrong nipple.

I cannot remember the closeness of my birth,
but I can't forget the crumbs under my feet.

In moments, when I feel alive,
my sight blurs into bokeh.

The sharp edges of color fade.
The world softens into dew."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 15/04/2025

Today's poem took shape due to Amy's prompt. Her prompt required me to choose a title written by someone else. I chose to use "My Anatomy Only Makes Sense With Your Hands on Me" which was posted by @eridan.us (on IG).

A faded colorful background with trees, a blue sky, and pink leaves. Two shadowed hands reach for each other in the upper center. The black text reads: "My Anatomy Only Makes Sense With Your Hands on Me" by Ashley Marie Egan "They keep asking me for my order. / What did I want again? / Time begets time to forget. / My mind has only one obsession, / the trains full of my passions departed with a heavy wish long ago. / By now you would have called me "dramatic", / but I speak no lies. / The Chiromancy of my life is linked to yours, / all paths in my palm have your name on them. / It's actually that deep. / Sacrifice is a burden, and I'm tired of writing apologies. / Burn my scribbles of regrets. / The chiromancy of your hands against my skin, / seeking futures, / aching to become prophecy fulfilled. / My anatomy only makes sense / with your future on my skin. / But I don't know what I'm missing. / They keep asking me... / What did I want? / Time begets time to forget."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 14/04/2025

A break can be mended, a sever can be sewn, but a crumble will never resemble its former self again.

A faded warm purple and gold marble background. Black text reads:

"Marble Skin"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"When we are young we learn to look up;
to whisper spells for a future we may never see.

Lost in the eyes of love, watching a quiet bloom
discover its color only to slowly lose it.

Memory's Garden is fickle with a tickle
of poison vines itching at my hero complex.

Your candied eyes catch a sugar rush
maple syrup crystalized into stars.

If love is life and life is love
then why do we lose so much of it?

The will is given then taken,
but still, we live and love.

Why? To live and love, to ache and break,
and watch the crumble of the idolization.

When we are young we learn to look up;
now we look down through lashes.

Odds, ends, and strange bedfellows;
red-caked under my nails, heart matter."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 14/04/2025

Wrote a poem. Might delete later.

A faded orange background with clouds. Black text reads: ""Ode to My Bad Adittude" by Ashley Marie Egan "she's quick to anger but easy to cool down, unsure of her direction taking the long way around still learning to take a hit breaking teeth, blood spit, she displays her bruises mimicking galaxies, moonlit, fading, like her odd memory remembering soft things lickety-split, but she forgets what you just said, she takes note of every escape, and takes criticism with a shield quick with wit and eager to shape, the arguments will not end until she wins, grand slam, says 'I think I'm always right, doesn't help that I usually am,' the soft secret at her core is a wish to be wrong, to be unbarred, wishes she could feel safe in every space instead of being her own bodyguard."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 11/04/2025

You mean"Ivan the Terrible and His Son" by Ilya Repin; doesn't represent the vampiric nature of power and grief?🔥 A Lamplighter (aka Gaslighter) was a 16th-century occupation that required employees to light and maintain candle, oil, or gas-based street lamps.

A warm glowy yellow background with black text that reads:

"The Lamplighter Poets"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"They write with ink aglow,
lit by the spark of—
they used to
I used to.

They drink from the skull
get high on memories,
you are they
I am empty.

In the painting, a father cries
as he holds his dead son.
Lips to corpse, in vampiric desperation,
he had to kill his son to love him.
That is also a portrait of us;
you are death stuffed in skin,
and I am life on the cusp
hungry for time."

The black text continues:

"Kiss my wide petrified eyes,
sink your teeth into my brain.
I'm sorry I'm forgetful,
my focus blurs & bleeds.
You ask me the same questions
I never answer the same.

We've made it this far though,
how can I deny the sanguinarian?
The light calls me by name,
ink in my bones yearning to glow.
I've made it this far by growing;
I deserve firefly marrow
and its narrative magic.

Deserve is not guaranteed—
and the historians got it wrong,
that much I know."

A warm glowy yellow background with a framed representation of the art piece "Ivan the Terrible and His Son” by Ilya Repin. The painting depicts the aftermath of a crime of passion. In the heat of an argument with his son; Tsar Ivan IV, known as Ivan the Terrible, fatally hit his son, Ivan Ivanovich. In the painting the mad father cradles his dying son; his face is twisted in despair and his lip is on his son's bloody scalp. The father is depicted as crying in a moment of pure overwhelm. The son is depicted as shocked yet lifeless in his father's arms.

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Chris Adamson @invalidname.mastodon.social.ap.brid.gy · 10/04/2025

Ambassador Spock modeling the proper “fuck you, make me” response to intimidation tactics. Our current-day institutions could learn a lot from him.

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Wolf Conservation Center 🐺 @nywolforg.bsky.social · 10/04/2025

This is what a critically endangered Red Wolf looks like. If we work together, we can save them 🐺 nywolf.org

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 10/04/2025

The one, and only, Dolly Parton once sang: "Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'. They just use your mind and they never give you credit. It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it." <- I'll just leave that here for y'all. 💗 #Poetry #Poem #NaPoWriMo

A soft pink paper background with black text that reads:

"RIP to My Last Nerve You Would Have Loved the Drama"
by Ashley Marie Egan

"I'd like to file a complaint,
but I don't want to be perceived
by another ignorant asshole.

You see, I misheard the lyrics,
I thought she sang "we're gettin' by"
not "barely getting by".

Which is to say, I want more,
I want more than "barely"
settling isn't in my nature.

Soon, you'll look around,
and find yourself asking
"Where did they go?"

You'll never find
the answer yourself,
so, let me help you—

by holding this mirror."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 08/04/2025

I am Ashley. Lady of the Moon. Bringer of the World. Fear me for I am a little bit confused. Predictive text Ashley is whimsical, powerful, and super confused. 😂

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 08/04/2025

This is a poem for all the witches that came before us, but specifically, all the women who were killed during the witch trials.

A vinatge looking brown image with stains and faded text in the backgorund. Black text reads: "A Letter to All the Witches Who Came Before" by Ashley Marie Egan "Medicine woman of the woods ushering in all things healing finding her voice burning at the stake loud women running for their lives lined up on wood bell-necks rope-broken dangling foot chimes woman of the oracle's table her merry-go-round tarot cards and talking Oujia board spirits, women in the voodoo shops women crafting love spells women screaming metal and singing opera to all the women killed for being women for all the women killed for becoming women for the divine feminine and the unholy feminine for every dirty nailed witch bleeding into the dirt dancing by the fire invoking the moon do not forgive them for they have not learned."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 07/04/2025

#NaPoWriMo Day 7: Two-for-one special! 🛎️ I wrote these at the same time. They feel like they go together but not in the same #poem. What do you think?

A faded tan newspaper in the background. Black text reads: "LONEY TIME TRAVELER LOOKING FOR A COMPANION" by Ashley Marie Egan "Recently ported Time Traveler seeks a young spirited soul to puzzle together. Applicants must be prepared for fluctuating and inconsistent meetings that span years. Companions can expect the "old soul" to feverishly listen to their every problem. and to be asked unusual questions like "tell me the story of every new freckle." Companions will need to soothe a power-sick mind looking for peace. Benefits of Companionship: Free unrestricted Time Travel at no additional cost. Free top-of-the-line futuristic healthcare. Free food and housing. Costs of Companionship: The sense of "losing time". A sense of immortality. Disconnection with reality. Fear of death."

A faded tan newspaper in the background. Black text reads: "GHOST SEEKING ONENESS, OPEN TO POSSESSION" by Ashley Marie Egan "Single ghost, new to undead life, is seeking an unending life with red-hot adventure. An ex-golden child with a goldfish memory, companions can expect an active haunting with flickering lights, foul smells, and moving objects! Companions can expect lots of broken glass, and to listen to crying for hours at a time. In return, companions can expect to be protected at all costs from any harm. Benefits of Companionship: Permanent petsitter who can commune with animals! Potential possessions, they can be fun! Free seance every Full Moon! Costs of Companionship: Lots of "surprises" and "messes". Potential possession, they can also suck. Potential dead bodies, from guard duty."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 04/04/2025

Today's #poem is based on the two #NaPoWriMo prompts below. 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲: "Things I've Been Told Because..." If you use it, please credit it back to me. 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐈 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐝: ✦ "Substitutes for Yes / Substitutes for No" by @theconstantpoet on Instagram.

A soft white background with cotton candy colors like soft blues and pinks. Black text reads: "An Incomplete and Inaccurate List of Substitutes for “Yes” & “No” in the Bedroom" Trigger Warning for mentions of SA

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 02/04/2025

Oh, butterflies and moths, it's like I want a soft image with sharp words....🧸🔪 Enjoy today's poem based on my #NaPoWriMo prompt below. 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲: "Things I've Been Told Because..." If you use it, please credit it back to me.

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 02/04/2025

Butterflies and moths, I give you this weird little poem, which I wrote using my #NaPoWriMo prompt for today. 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲: If I had a choice, I'd live... (What kind of world would you live in? A different time? A different planet/universe? etc..)

A muted image with the color and texture of sunlight in water. Black text reads, "Let's Start a Commune by Ashley Marie Egan" "If I had a choice, I'd live in a small town out of a book with a community of friends, family, and souls playing to the same beat. Now, I'm wondering, what are we waiting for? Let's start a commune, the cows will look pretty on the rolling hills over the tiny houses and oak trees. We can kill "hustle culture", bury them next to the monetary system-- they were soulmates, you understand. Fuck it, let's start a country, on an island somewhere out at sea. Let's make everything free-- housing, healthcare, food, no one is too poor or rich. No one works themselves into an early grave at a soulless job. Then let's throw a fucking Ball to raise money for the Earth. Let's smile in the faces of those who would rather watch it burn. What do they know? Hope is hard to snuff."

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 31/03/2025

Tomorrow kicks off National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo). During April, some poets challenge themselves to write a poem-a-day. Here are some prompts I made for NaPoWriMo. How to Credit on Bluesky: In your post, list the prompt you used and tag my account (@byashleyegan.bsky.social)

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Abigail Larson @abigaillarson.com · 06/02/2025

"Are you afraid?" said the bear. "No, that I am not," said she. "Keep tight hold of my fur, and there is no danger," said he.

an illustration inspired by the fairytale "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" depicting the heroine riding a large white bear through a forest.

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 06/02/2025

You're telling me we knew about this shit in 1912 and just never did anything about it?!?! Humanity makes my brain hurt.

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Ashley ✒️ @byashleyegan.bsky.social · 06/02/2025

What we consider success at the Box Office drives me crazy. If a film was made on 10 million and it makes 30 million, it's a success! It's made profit. Not everything has to make triple digit millions and many great movies never make it to theaters to begin with.

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Shanna "Read Black Fantasy" Miles @srmilesauthor.bsky.social · 02/02/2025

5 ways to celebrate #BlackHistoryMonth (cause the fed govt doesn’t run your house) 1. Find out what Sojourner Truth REALLY said 2. Buy a Black horror, scifi or fantasy book 3. Listen to “Naima” by John Coltrane 4. Send the victims of the LA fires in Altadena a few coins 5. Get a library card

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