David AshbyALL FLESH IS HAY AND THEN THE FLOWERS DIE(A story from 20 years ago)Nov 10, 2023Nov 10, 2023
David AshbyThe Oak King“So handsome you is today, so handsome and wide and full of bees.” The voice was shrill and slippery and moved through the air like ribbons…Feb 6, 2023Feb 6, 2023
David AshbyThe Water Tower Watches Over UsSometimes the walk is worth the wobble.Apr 18, 2022Apr 18, 2022
David AshbyFolds and CreasesI won’t bore you with the details, but I have a problem with losing things. Not that I’m always losing things (although, it does feel that…Oct 10, 2021Oct 10, 2021
David AshbyTruck DiariesSo. Now I am a truck driver. This wouldn’t be so bad if I could actually drive a truck, but despite having a licence (it came free with my…Aug 24, 2021Aug 24, 2021
David AshbyMitt Gamla Jag / My Old SelfThere’s a walk I sometimes take, through the woods that back onto my house. In late summer the sun still spills down, catching on branches…Aug 23, 2021Aug 23, 2021