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Ashley Dean

Printed in Breaking Curfew, Harvest Time, Salem Cemetery, Crossroads, Tracks.

7 pieces
No. 4 · Breaking Curfew

Red Box Phone

I sit by the phone With the lights off. It’s red like the idea of a fire hydrant And smooth, the paint unpeeling. I wait. For…

Ashley Dean · Breaking Curfew
No. 5 · Harvest Time

Victorian Secret Service

Smelling salts under noses, Victorians know nothing of the Elements, striding into storms wearing suits of Metal, calling down the lightning and Eating up the cumulonimbus…

Ashley Dean · Harvest Time
No. 5 · Harvest Time

Double Lung Transplants Aren't For the Faint Hearted

I know a girl who wishes the transplant scars were transparent opening up her chest to the universe like a Marvel comic with dials and tubes…

Ashley Dean · Harvest Time
No. 6 · Salem Cemetery

Questions I Have About Water

trickling over eyelids and working under fingernails to the beds it isn't necessary to be immersed in water to be cleansed the sky water catching with…

Ashley Dean · Salem Cemetery
No. 8 · Crossroads

Ten Minutes Before It Happened

we were walking towards the theatre where all the actors smoke outside curtains, reeking of cloves I didn't see it coming Did you – did you…

Ashley Dean · Crossroads
No. 8 · Crossroads

Running Red Lights in Indiana

Beating out the battle silence Calling always on to rage Blood thirst dripping up and down my throat You have to watch out for motorcycles on…

Ashley Dean · Crossroads
No. 9 · Tracks

I Would Swear It If I Believed.

He turns away, he meant it, not to kill her but to strike To regain that cultural sense of manhood that says men are never beaten…

Ashley Dean · Tracks