Tag: fire

  • Author’s Note

    Life can change in a heartbeat. I wrote this piece over the last couple of days because the world reminded me how fragile and urgent everything can feel—how fast a life, a home, a moment can turn to smoke.

    Even in the chaos, even when fear and exhaustion weigh heavy, there’s still presence. There’s still breath. There’s still love.

    This poem is for those people who occupy your heart even when everything else seems to collapse. For the ones you carry in your thoughts, your prayers, your wishes for safety and light. For my muse, her sister, and her family—I hope you feel the strength of care here, even across the distance, even across the noise of the world.

    Sometimes, being present is enough. Sometimes, staying steady, keeping your heart open, and wishing well for those you love is all that matters.


    Two people sitting in a car at night, watching firefighters at a nearby apartment with smoke and emergency lights surrounding the scene.
    Watching chaos unfold, yet finding calm in presence, breath, and love.

    Two Days
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Last-minute decision—
    I moved.

    My brother called.
    Tuesday.
    “Want to move on Thursday?”
    “Okay.”
    I packed my life in a day,
    we made good time,
    settled into the new place—
    first night soft, quiet, simple.

    Then last night—
    one day in—
    the world cracked open.

    Sparks.
    Flames.
    A fist pounding the door.
    “Fire! Get out!”
    And suddenly everything I own
    felt like smoke.

    We stood outside for hours,
    feet aching—hearts racing,
    watching firefighters pour in and out,
    chasing the glow behind thin walls.
    Their boots thundered.
    Their voices echoed.
    I just stood there,
    trying to steady my breath,
    thinking how fast a life can turn to smoke.

    Two days.
    Two moves.
    One body carrying
    exhaustion and adrenaline
    in the same heartbeat.

    But I’m still here.
    The walls are still standing.
    And maybe…
    that’s enough for tonight.

    And even in all that chaos,
    you never left my mind.
    I carried thoughts of you,
    your family,
    and the prayers I’ve whispered
    for days.


    If you are interested in more of my poetry, you can find it here: The Library of Ashes

  • Author’s Note

    Made for the Burn is a meditation on intensity, desire, and the kind of connection that ignites something raw inside us. It’s about falling—not gently, not cautiously—but fully into the heat of someone who challenges, awakens, and reshapes the self. This poem honors the fire in others, but more importantly it honors the fire in my muse, and the courage it takes to sit close to it without fear.

    Rowan Evans


    A person standing near a blazing fire, their face illuminated by the flames, symbolizing passion, intensity, and the courage to embrace desire.
    “Sitting close to the fire—embracing intensity, desire, and the lessons only heat can teach.

    Made for the Burn
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I fell for her. No parachute.
    I fell for her for the fire,
    not the soft or the sweet.
    I was made for the burn,
    for every lesson heat could teach.

    She struck the match just by speaking—
    a spark in the dark that lit the fire of my yearning.
    And I never wanted gentle anyway.
    I wanted the blaze that strips you clean,
    the truth that hurts before it heals.

    She lit my shadows softly,
    laughed the fear right out of me.
    I didn’t choose the falling,
    but I chose the way I landed—
    open palms, open heart, unbroken faith.

    But it’s no delusion, I know she’s not mine,
    and it’s fine, ’cause I told her I’m not leaving.
    I’d be damned if I didn’t stay—
    ‘Cause I’m no liar,
    so I sit as close as I can to her fire.

    Feel the warmth brush against my skin,
    it’s the only thing that makes me feel alive.
    It’s like a drug coursing through my veins,
    I feel it inside—it’s what she does to me,
    and she does it beautifully,
    without even trying.


    For more of my poems, explore the Library of Ashes—a curated collection of work that dives into desire, darkness, and devotion.