ashafenn
@ashafenn.bsky.social
A disabled writer and artist, dedicated to stealing as much joy and flow as i can from this life, dancing with letter and line. https://patreon.com/ashafenn
Took me half an hour to get my body able to move today the pain was so bad, but i keep the tablet with me (i have a whole bed desk situation) and this morning was able to start with some wonderful painting. #art
October 6, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Took me half an hour to get my body able to move today the pain was so bad, but i keep the tablet with me (i have a whole bed desk situation) and this morning was able to start with some wonderful painting. #art
Besotted with breath,
i spent the day,
whole and enough,
tucked
within letter and line,
thankful
for this time
to grow drunk
on my love
for how colors blend,
and the stories
that a smile
can tell. 1/2
i spent the day,
whole and enough,
tucked
within letter and line,
thankful
for this time
to grow drunk
on my love
for how colors blend,
and the stories
that a smile
can tell. 1/2
October 4, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Besotted with breath,
i spent the day,
whole and enough,
tucked
within letter and line,
thankful
for this time
to grow drunk
on my love
for how colors blend,
and the stories
that a smile
can tell. 1/2
i spent the day,
whole and enough,
tucked
within letter and line,
thankful
for this time
to grow drunk
on my love
for how colors blend,
and the stories
that a smile
can tell. 1/2
Balanced on my breath,
i flow.
Each exhale
wheezes it sway out
soaked in gratitude,
while every inhale
is seduced
by the wonders
that can be made
with pen and paper,
letter and line,
and a few hours
of my time.
impromptu poems by ashafenn,
25 September 2025
#poetry
i flow.
Each exhale
wheezes it sway out
soaked in gratitude,
while every inhale
is seduced
by the wonders
that can be made
with pen and paper,
letter and line,
and a few hours
of my time.
impromptu poems by ashafenn,
25 September 2025
#poetry
September 26, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Balanced on my breath,
i flow.
Each exhale
wheezes it sway out
soaked in gratitude,
while every inhale
is seduced
by the wonders
that can be made
with pen and paper,
letter and line,
and a few hours
of my time.
impromptu poems by ashafenn,
25 September 2025
#poetry
i flow.
Each exhale
wheezes it sway out
soaked in gratitude,
while every inhale
is seduced
by the wonders
that can be made
with pen and paper,
letter and line,
and a few hours
of my time.
impromptu poems by ashafenn,
25 September 2025
#poetry
Wet with word,
drunk on delight,
all day long
through the worst agony,
i have hidden inside poems
from the world of people and things.
Alone,
i become fecund,
creating love in letter and line,
cradled by compassion.
1/2
drunk on delight,
all day long
through the worst agony,
i have hidden inside poems
from the world of people and things.
Alone,
i become fecund,
creating love in letter and line,
cradled by compassion.
1/2
September 2, 2025 at 10:40 PM
Wet with word,
drunk on delight,
all day long
through the worst agony,
i have hidden inside poems
from the world of people and things.
Alone,
i become fecund,
creating love in letter and line,
cradled by compassion.
1/2
drunk on delight,
all day long
through the worst agony,
i have hidden inside poems
from the world of people and things.
Alone,
i become fecund,
creating love in letter and line,
cradled by compassion.
1/2
i give you someone who annoyed a deity, got turned into a chimera, and is reciting Shakespeare to you.
August 30, 2025 at 5:43 PM
i give you someone who annoyed a deity, got turned into a chimera, and is reciting Shakespeare to you.
oh, hilarious. This was surfaced to me while i was watching the video.
August 11, 2025 at 5:17 PM
oh, hilarious. This was surfaced to me while i was watching the video.
However, i do not understand why we choose to have things be thins way. There is no way to try harder - i create art when i'm drooling and unable to stand, because it makes the unbearable beautiful - and for everything else if i can, i do. Let me use the time left here well. 8/8
August 4, 2025 at 10:38 PM
However, i do not understand why we choose to have things be thins way. There is no way to try harder - i create art when i'm drooling and unable to stand, because it makes the unbearable beautiful - and for everything else if i can, i do. Let me use the time left here well. 8/8
pain soaked solitude
holds the love and compassion
people have withheld
none deny reality
or laugh at my fragile peace
holds the love and compassion
people have withheld
none deny reality
or laugh at my fragile peace
August 1, 2025 at 9:31 PM
pain soaked solitude
holds the love and compassion
people have withheld
none deny reality
or laugh at my fragile peace
holds the love and compassion
people have withheld
none deny reality
or laugh at my fragile peace
Painted on the artstudio app. This month, just after my birthday, i have a foreclosure mediation and still have no idea what the right decision here even is, or how to effect change when i'm housebound and disabled. Metaphors be with me.
This is the art that keeps me sane.
This is the art that keeps me sane.
July 18, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Painted on the artstudio app. This month, just after my birthday, i have a foreclosure mediation and still have no idea what the right decision here even is, or how to effect change when i'm housebound and disabled. Metaphors be with me.
This is the art that keeps me sane.
This is the art that keeps me sane.
At some point the past couple of years, it has occurred to me that the greatest gift i can give - to my future self, if not anyone else - is this ongoing testimony in letter and line that peace and love and gratitude suffused the suffering.
July 12, 2025 at 2:59 PM
At some point the past couple of years, it has occurred to me that the greatest gift i can give - to my future self, if not anyone else - is this ongoing testimony in letter and line that peace and love and gratitude suffused the suffering.
i keep writing promotional materials hoping to find better connections as a poet and artist, and then realize i have no way to disseminate them. i don't even know anyone to email. But, all things in time. Maybe, making the documents is enough defiance of the hopelessness for awhile.
July 11, 2025 at 4:32 PM
i keep writing promotional materials hoping to find better connections as a poet and artist, and then realize i have no way to disseminate them. i don't even know anyone to email. But, all things in time. Maybe, making the documents is enough defiance of the hopelessness for awhile.
doodles of love and resistance
Took three times and a friend to confirm for the longest time i had been spelling resistance wrong. Dyslexia is a heartluss beyotch.
Took three times and a friend to confirm for the longest time i had been spelling resistance wrong. Dyslexia is a heartluss beyotch.
July 11, 2025 at 2:46 PM
doodles of love and resistance
Took three times and a friend to confirm for the longest time i had been spelling resistance wrong. Dyslexia is a heartluss beyotch.
Took three times and a friend to confirm for the longest time i had been spelling resistance wrong. Dyslexia is a heartluss beyotch.
Let me be
steadfast
protecting my peace
and generating mercy
every moment
i can.
ashafenn
May 2025
steadfast
protecting my peace
and generating mercy
every moment
i can.
ashafenn
May 2025
July 7, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Let me be
steadfast
protecting my peace
and generating mercy
every moment
i can.
ashafenn
May 2025
steadfast
protecting my peace
and generating mercy
every moment
i can.
ashafenn
May 2025
falling into art
i hide from pain and the news
and create loving
seducing the next inhale
with these ripe, wonderful dreams
impromptu poem, 5 July 2025, 2:22 pm
i hide from pain and the news
and create loving
seducing the next inhale
with these ripe, wonderful dreams
impromptu poem, 5 July 2025, 2:22 pm
July 5, 2025 at 6:25 PM
falling into art
i hide from pain and the news
and create loving
seducing the next inhale
with these ripe, wonderful dreams
impromptu poem, 5 July 2025, 2:22 pm
i hide from pain and the news
and create loving
seducing the next inhale
with these ripe, wonderful dreams
impromptu poem, 5 July 2025, 2:22 pm
Left alone
i realized
the voices of judgment
have no power
in the face
of this cultivated madness.
On my own,
i fell in love
with letter and line.
by ashafenn, September 2024
i realized
the voices of judgment
have no power
in the face
of this cultivated madness.
On my own,
i fell in love
with letter and line.
by ashafenn, September 2024
June 30, 2025 at 11:01 PM
Left alone
i realized
the voices of judgment
have no power
in the face
of this cultivated madness.
On my own,
i fell in love
with letter and line.
by ashafenn, September 2024
i realized
the voices of judgment
have no power
in the face
of this cultivated madness.
On my own,
i fell in love
with letter and line.
by ashafenn, September 2024
Pain and passion
wedged me
until i turned
tender
and grew
wet with word,
able to slide
into my next breath
full of quiet,
graceful
joy.
by ashafenn, June 2025
wedged me
until i turned
tender
and grew
wet with word,
able to slide
into my next breath
full of quiet,
graceful
joy.
by ashafenn, June 2025
June 27, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Pain and passion
wedged me
until i turned
tender
and grew
wet with word,
able to slide
into my next breath
full of quiet,
graceful
joy.
by ashafenn, June 2025
wedged me
until i turned
tender
and grew
wet with word,
able to slide
into my next breath
full of quiet,
graceful
joy.
by ashafenn, June 2025
This has always been
the purpose of my art:
all these faces
provide proof
that i am not alone,
not even in the worst of times.
They testify to connection,
living within
my impotent loving
when i am not at peace
with anything else.
Forsakenness is a lie
when the whole world
is suffering.
the purpose of my art:
all these faces
provide proof
that i am not alone,
not even in the worst of times.
They testify to connection,
living within
my impotent loving
when i am not at peace
with anything else.
Forsakenness is a lie
when the whole world
is suffering.
June 19, 2025 at 7:23 PM
This has always been
the purpose of my art:
all these faces
provide proof
that i am not alone,
not even in the worst of times.
They testify to connection,
living within
my impotent loving
when i am not at peace
with anything else.
Forsakenness is a lie
when the whole world
is suffering.
the purpose of my art:
all these faces
provide proof
that i am not alone,
not even in the worst of times.
They testify to connection,
living within
my impotent loving
when i am not at peace
with anything else.
Forsakenness is a lie
when the whole world
is suffering.
Let me sing and dance
as i can
here in letter and line.
There is such grace
inside a poem.
It does not matter
that i am fat,
and this blessed body
cannot move
as it once did.
Joy does not need
what i thought;
ease is not required.
1/2
as i can
here in letter and line.
There is such grace
inside a poem.
It does not matter
that i am fat,
and this blessed body
cannot move
as it once did.
Joy does not need
what i thought;
ease is not required.
1/2
June 18, 2025 at 3:53 PM
Let me sing and dance
as i can
here in letter and line.
There is such grace
inside a poem.
It does not matter
that i am fat,
and this blessed body
cannot move
as it once did.
Joy does not need
what i thought;
ease is not required.
1/2
as i can
here in letter and line.
There is such grace
inside a poem.
It does not matter
that i am fat,
and this blessed body
cannot move
as it once did.
Joy does not need
what i thought;
ease is not required.
1/2
on survival's edge
this naked desperation
tries to grow deep roots.
a poem from 2023, by ashafenn - the words are in a serif font on a red background.
this naked desperation
tries to grow deep roots.
a poem from 2023, by ashafenn - the words are in a serif font on a red background.
June 18, 2025 at 1:21 PM
on survival's edge
this naked desperation
tries to grow deep roots.
a poem from 2023, by ashafenn - the words are in a serif font on a red background.
this naked desperation
tries to grow deep roots.
a poem from 2023, by ashafenn - the words are in a serif font on a red background.
Today is such a heavy day, but i'm trying to move through sensation to get things done. i have an application for apartments nearly done and once the first is complete the rest will be easier. i posted a poem to patreon and then, on my list of things to post - and this felt perfect.
June 17, 2025 at 12:51 PM
Today is such a heavy day, but i'm trying to move through sensation to get things done. i have an application for apartments nearly done and once the first is complete the rest will be easier. i posted a poem to patreon and then, on my list of things to post - and this felt perfect.
Let me dream
and live
for the wonder
i can bring
out
into the world.
Let me live
for these hours
when story
can show me
how.
1/2
and live
for the wonder
i can bring
out
into the world.
Let me live
for these hours
when story
can show me
how.
1/2
June 16, 2025 at 12:18 PM
Let me dream
and live
for the wonder
i can bring
out
into the world.
Let me live
for these hours
when story
can show me
how.
1/2
and live
for the wonder
i can bring
out
into the world.
Let me live
for these hours
when story
can show me
how.
1/2
Full of impotent grief,
i can barely stand.
i have not slept,
holding myself
inside compassion
to balance the pain.
Screens lay me low.
Starving babies.
Genocides.
War.
The way we hurtle
toward
cruel choices
fills me with horror.
1/2
i can barely stand.
i have not slept,
holding myself
inside compassion
to balance the pain.
Screens lay me low.
Starving babies.
Genocides.
War.
The way we hurtle
toward
cruel choices
fills me with horror.
1/2
June 13, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Full of impotent grief,
i can barely stand.
i have not slept,
holding myself
inside compassion
to balance the pain.
Screens lay me low.
Starving babies.
Genocides.
War.
The way we hurtle
toward
cruel choices
fills me with horror.
1/2
i can barely stand.
i have not slept,
holding myself
inside compassion
to balance the pain.
Screens lay me low.
Starving babies.
Genocides.
War.
The way we hurtle
toward
cruel choices
fills me with horror.
1/2
All to reach the painting on the far left, where joy and delight are charging to the small city on the horizon. Only you cannot tell if the being is huge or minute, because so much of the perspective is missing: reminding me no one else can judge whether this life has been a good one or not. 2/2
June 11, 2025 at 2:52 PM
All to reach the painting on the far left, where joy and delight are charging to the small city on the horizon. Only you cannot tell if the being is huge or minute, because so much of the perspective is missing: reminding me no one else can judge whether this life has been a good one or not. 2/2
paywalls make me so sad. it means i'm trying to read the news like this.
June 7, 2025 at 5:51 PM
paywalls make me so sad. it means i'm trying to read the news like this.