The Nodding Man

11th August 2015
By Becki Ashton

“Umm, yes. I see. Yeah…Yeah”

He nods

He agrees

He smiles and looks up

He writes and agrees

“Oh yes, ummm, of course, yeah”

He writes

He looks

He breathes in and writes

He agrees and nods

What did they say?

He didn’t hear it

Wait, what?

…..he nods, agrees, smiles….”yeah”



11th August 2015
By Becki Ashton

Uni. 3 years. Uni. Graduate. Throw the hats in the air. London. Placement. Advertising. Blue Hive. Buzz. Extended. Freelance. Microsoft. Unemployed. Job centre. ‘Envlops’. Idiots. Sales. Quit. Bastards. Internship. PR. Furniture. 3 months. Completed. Jobless. New job. Property. Marketing. Evil boss. New best friend. Hate. Quit. Better job. Or so I thought. It wasn’t. Stuck up. Posh. Twats. Grrr. Fashion. Short term. Lame. Ended. Unemployed. Unemployed. Shit. Alone. Found one. Accepted. Education. Events. Marketing. PR. Team. Busy. Love it. Flare. Flare. Awesome. Maternity. Ending. Panic. Council. Contract. Boring. Goverment. Boring. Yawn! Head hunted. Smile. Going for it. Game changer. Nervous. Interview. Crazy. Opps. Offered on the spot. Thrilled. Excited. Over the god damn moon. Moon. Crazy. Wolf. Dream job. Nailed it. Happy. So happy. Beyond happy. Over the top happy. Happy. Just Happy. Happy

The Dying Ghost Star

10th August 2015
By Becki Ashton

It dies, but it takes millions to disappear

it shines, glows, sparkles for the stars

a mesmerising blue flare filling deep space

shards of glittery fire balls arch over

and curve under the pink framed beauty

it fears not of it’s end, for it is just light

but light that illuminates the darkness

and shines through the galaxy

upon the years that have passed by

Hues of the nebula fizzle and burn

constellation Hydra holds its place

but only for now, as soon it will be gone

slowly fading, passing from this void

stellar wind swirls around and spits it out

choking on the star dust within

they won’t stay around forever

it will create a pathway, a gate, a window

to others who want to live for all of time

but they will fade, die, no longer exist


7th August 2015
By Becki Ashton

There is more here,

than what you see.

More to my words,

more to my actions.

The letters I choose

are there for a reason

perfectly selected

crafted, shaped.

I search for them

I dive deep until

I find what has

always been there.

They cling to my

tongue and whisper

in your ear

but only at night.

I never knew

the real meaning

until I knew

there was more

My Last Words

6th August 2015
By Becki Ashton
My last words
didn’t exist on a page
nor did they speak
from my mouth
they were a beat
a flutter in the sky
a glimpse of a time
that no longer walks
they just knew it
it all happened
too soon to prepare
but they knew them
My last goodbye
didn’t happen on
holy ground, in a church
or by a road side
A smile that stretched
across my face
wasn’t false or real
it was just me
An essence that only
appears in the deep
in the thick
of the red and the love
My last words
weren’t wasted
they were free
for all, for you

The Other Art Show

16th July 2015
Lincoln / London
By Becki Ashton

SNAP! I had enough of being a boring fart, fart piece of lard and resorting to mediocre TV shows and the same old food resting on my lap as I gorge myself with it all tired eyed. I accepted it. I recently accepted an invitation to a private viewing, that’s right private, of an art show called “The Other Art Show”. It was an art show, A show for art. Arts how art. I had been looking forward to it for weeks. My life resorted to lack of fun. Lack of passion, love, caring, kindness. Recently I have been wanted to rekindle my love for art and start becoming a proper artist again. I was failing, like usual. I enjoy doing it so much. So much. So much. I think with more practice. More practise and care. I think I could be good. I think I could be pretty good.