stories

Aug 7, 2009

They dash between the family gravestones thinking I don’t see. Stop shaking. I’ll walk calm, quick. And I pray to get to the gate before...

Ash MB @homeofleia

Aug 29, 2009

I struggle up. A foot on the floor, but no sound. There’s a shadow on the wall I don’t recognize. I hear even breathing. Am I still asleep?

Ash MB @homeofleia

Oct 28, 2009

I stand on the riverbank, where they say the Crying Woman drowned her children, wondering. A wet chubby hand grasps for mine. I pull away.

Ash MB @homeofleia

Feb 8, 2010

“And did you bring it?” I give my Dr. the DreamVial from my purse. Fresh this morning. He holds it to his eye, “Yes, that is disturbing.”

Ash MB @homeofleia