Poetry from Ash Gamble

This Heart
though aged and ravaged
though full of blight
loves and beats still
writes words still about
what love used to be
The Owl Told Me
We spoke a mile on the back
porch.  He tried to teach me
how to spin my head.  I tried
to teach him how to do taxes.
We did not find each other useful.
Snow Bank
Through the ice wall
I carve my way into a place
of hidden warmth.
The Cringe
I speak and there’s
a quick cringe as response
that raises in me
uncertainties, I feel the cringe
even on my face now.