The Turtledove

Hello all,
I’m glad to announce that my short story ‘The Turtledove’ will soon be available to listen to on Audible, narrated by the fantastic Roland Harrad.

For those of you who don’t know, ‘the Turtledove’ is a short fiction story about the life of Edgar Carlisle; a middle aged man suffering from moderate stage Alzheimer’s disease – a fragile topic close to many of our hearts. Stay updated for more information.

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Best wishes,
Ashley Green


The Road to Today

When I was 7 years old, my teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I replied with two words; two words that perhaps on some unfathomable, subconscious level would determine my fate for the rest of my life. Ten years later, here I am; a goofy, English writer, living to make dreams come true, in the form of fine literature. The path to today was not so straight forward, though. It was dark, and winding, and on some days, I thought it would never cease. Ever since I was young, growing up in a world seemingly full of so much pain and suffering, my inevitable dream was to save people; to help those in need.

Throughout my live I’ve aspired to pursue all sorts of professions; from scientist, to doctor, to royal marine. However, as I got older, I came to the realisation that there is another way to save people; perhaps one of the most delicate procedures of all – writing. As the extraordinary Virginia Woolfe once said, ‘books are the mirrors of the soul’, and when I write, I do it not just for myself and for my dreams, but for those in the world that seek solace and hope and characters who are not just entirely unique in every way, but also unequivocally relatable. 

‘Depression may rain down on me like a hail of bullets that promises to prevail, fear may even strive to drown me – day in, day out, like the shore of a merciless sea; and perhaps I will always be asunder these dark clouds of pain and sorrow, but I will cry in the rain no more; for I have learnt to dance in it instead – and I will do so for the rest of time. Even better, I know that I won’t be dancing alone.’ – The Book Man of New Orleans

‘Lovers’ – Anonymous

How can we love and pray within our lover’s arms?

If by that which we denounce the love of hearts

To be sexless. Non-binary. Why must it be

That we, part of God’s family, are not allowed

To be proud of our identity; instead we suffer in

Silence and suicide and shame and the Church

Never utters its name.


Told young I would burn alive if I

gave in to the internal thrive

of desire for whomever it was back then I

wanted in my arms. Why can’t they see that

there is no harm, that we are too

Children of God and just want some calm in this world?


What gets me the most is that they see

Him as the Big Guy, so the Big Book must be followed

To a tee. Perfectly. No doubt that some would go ballistic

If they didn’t stick to their logistics

Because in this world that’s twisted, sick,

I am just a misfit.


I do not go to Church. It would not be fun

To be shunned whilst in the hand of your loved one

Who, by Christ, happens to be a woman.

Forgive us these sinners

I will pray for you

If you have that attitude, then I will see you in Hell my dear.

My blood shall not boil just because I am queer.


The Devil may care but the Lord does not.

Now, I’m pretty damn lucky with the life I’ve got

So you can’t throw all that away and say that

I’m a sinner cos I’m gay but don’t you see

I’m getting thinner cos your words are oppressing me,

Striking and undressing me to leave me exposed

In a world posed to strike. Did I have a say?

Do I have a right?


No choices, it’s biology;

Better than that it’s spiritually

A work of art, the human heart

And I won’t let it shame me.

So for all those in the dark space

Of the closet cos they can’t face

The light of day, who pray

To a God they don’t think loves them

But He does and it’s okay

To hold your head up high when weighed

Down by the incessant shaming

And bullies and naming as

Beneath it all,

Somebody loves you.

The Life of Nelly Sachs – a profound Jewish writer who survived the horrors of Nazi Germany and the holocaust

Nelly Sachs, (full name; Leonie Sachs) was born on the 10th December 1891. She grew up in Berlin, Germany, where she studied music and dancing at a young age, and later on began writing poetry. She was educated at home due to her frail health, and although she showed early signs of talent as a dancer, her protective parents didn’t encourage her to pursue a profession, most likely due to the ever rising prejudice in a rapidly growing Nazi -Germany. Therefore, Miss. Sachs grew up as a very sheltered, introverted young woman and never married. As the Nazis took power, she became terribly ridden with fear and horror, to the point where she temporarily lost the ability to speak. She was good friends with Selma Lagerlöf, a Swedish author and teacher, and also the first female writer to win a Nobel Prize (Nobel prize in literature, 1909).  It was thanks to her that Nelly and her Mother escaped Nazi Germany. Shortly before her own death, Lagerlöf had intervened with the Swedish royal family to secure Nelly and her Mother’s release from Germany. They managed to escape on the last flight from Nazi Germany to Sweden, just a week before Sachs was scheduled to report to a concentration camp.


Sachs and her Mother settled in Sweden and she claimed Swedish citizenship in 1952.  However, after her Mother’s death, Sachs suffered several nervous breakdowns characterised by hallucinations, paranoia, and delusions of persecution by Nazis. She spent a number of years in a mental institution, where she continued writing, even while she was hospitalised. Eventually, Sachs recovered sufficiently enough to live on her own, although her mental health would always be fragile. Her worst breakdown was ostensibly triggered when she heard German speech during a trip to Switzerland to accept a literary prize. However, she maintained a forgiving attitude toward a younger generation of Germans, and corresponded with many German-speaking writers of the post-war period. Her experiences resulting from the rise of the Nazis in World War II Europe had transformed her into a poignant spokesperson for the grief and yearnings of her fellow Jews.

“World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire–” 
― Nelly Sachs
Nelly won a Nobel Prize Award for Literature in 1966, and died on the 12th May, 1970.

‘Over the years I’ve come to accept that sometimes bad things just happen, and all we can do is just keep on going, even though it hurts – just keep on going, through the storm, through the darkness and uncertainty, until one day, we reach the light again.’

– Mrs. Roberts, The Book Man of New Orleans – Out Soon.

The Book Man of New Orleans

I’m glad to announce that my new short story ‘The Book Man of New Orleans’ will be published and available to read on Hallows Eve this month – that’s the 30th October (GMT). I’ve been working earnestly to complete this story and I can’t wait for you all to read it. Stay updated for more information…

Best wishes!
Ashley Green

New Orleans

The sky really does turn violet; the sunsets really can be blood red, and the cicadas really do sing. I’ve described it many times in my books. But as you walk through the streets, you can be oppressed by so much that is worn at the edges and broken. But that is also the beauty of it.” – Anne Rice