Ahka Rhash tells stories through raw, unfiltered, creative expression – she is not a master of the arts nor of poetry, but hopes to covey meaningful messages through self-reflection.
This blog features some of the stories which will be published in Ahka Rhash’s upcoming book.*
*Along with other journaling or blog posts from spontaneous ideas.
Instance – Artist, “Time”
To be:- borne of but simple drops, only to be shaped by the artist’s direction of choosing.- burdened by the knowing that our mirror image holds depths of wisdom we seem to be losing.- resting our fate in the hands of a rogue artist carrying the instruments of our dooming.It…
Instance – Monday Blues
Water and the air in our skies keeps us alive enough to feel the sadness of their color blue.
Instance – Flood
Should there be a flood, What you shall do is turn it to steam. Then, you must harvest it, rid it of its poisons, and drink it well going forward.
Instance – Russia FlagScapes
Within my bare limitations, I rest weak, alone, and helpless. At the genesis of my objectives lies a motive for global consensus. For, I hold no substantial power but that of the hands I was granted, by which I stroke this paint on paper to color words of my intentions.…
Instance – Body
They tell me that: I have no curves, and my breasts are too flat. My belly’s too full, and my arms are too fat. That I am not thin, yet my body lacks substance. I don’t fit into the style they’re accustomed. This poem is meant to empower women and…
Instance – At War With Silence
Is it a result of my own actions, the consequences of which remain unbeknownst to me that I live in this quintessentiality? My luck, not to be reckoned with – For it continues to beckon my patience – Its tolerance degenerating, and my threshold for it is shaken, as I…
Instance – Anachronist Dream
This morning, I awoke from a light slumber, having had a dream that felt as real as you and I; more significant than anything one could learn at school or hear at church – more consequential than any spoken or unspoken laws in the book.I tell this story through the…
Blue, Yellow, and a Stroke of Red – For Ukraine
Sad, little red stain So isolated it remains. What a pity, The hole it dug itself. The irony that the power they wish to consume, would be what leads To Russia’s lonely doom.
Instance – The Other Shoe
As he fell from a great distance, he waited for the other shoe to drop – just like the movie, Holes, which he loved to watch when he was younger. And it did, except this was not a children’s book nor movie. This was his life – And the shoe…
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