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Desperate Hour

Jose A. Tovar·November 28, 2018

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Desperate Hour

written by: Jose A. Tovar

In our most desperate hour
And a face full of tears,
You handed me
The tattered book of our anguished lives.
Now a future in shambles and Hope deceased,
I burn the torn pages of our deceit and defeat.
I pray to the Phoenix
For Love’s Embrace to be born anew.

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Inquiring freethinker undertaking a journey of moral and intellectual transformation: I strive, I search, I hunt for the hidden and forbidden, mold it into poetry, and let the shadows within me burst free...

B.A. in Political Science, former Analytical Linguist, and lover of liberty.

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Ash Douglas lives in Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada. He works eight hours a day in a law firm in corporate finance, and the rest of those hours of his days he works on his writing. Starting a blog, Earth to Ash, almost eight years ago, he has and continues to explore all genres of writing with a special love for poetry. The stories and poems that he writes are deeply rooted in his youth, his family, and his experiences in life to date. A year ago he began a Podcast reciting poetry and celebrating all things written word. His journey in writing has garnered him many publications of poems and short stories and is delighted and grateful to be a part of a poetry anthology set for publication in May 2024. He doesn’t claim to be a great writer, but he is enjoying the journey of becoming one.

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