Benjamin Ashley

I've Taken To Lumbering

Lumber. As a verb. To walk or move with heavy clumsiness. Maybe it’s the onset of winter, perhaps it’s age, or maybe it’s my admiration of cows, but for whatever reason my movements lately have tended toward the lumbering end of the gracefulness spectrum.

Instructions To Meet The Devil, by Tom Brosseau

What to wear: a dark hooded sweatshirt
And don’t reveal yourself to anyone,
Other than the devil
Make sure to have in your left hand corner pocket
A never been used 50 dollar bill to go for all his troubles
Outside of town, near the county line
There’s an unmarked road, if you’re not looking, you’d not know it,
lies beside a gully, it’s usually muddy,
And over on unprotected land, so
You’ll know it’s the one
Take it to the forest
Where the cotton woods are
always a bit of cotton near
And there’s a broken town
property line fence
Follow this as best as you can
‘cause it can get you lost
‘cause it can lead you there
Don’t stop, ‘till you come to the clearing of a clear water pond
You can see straight to the bottom
Banks are defined,
by a certain kind of stone
Laying by this lake
A long, long time ago
And it’s your job
To get in and wade,
yes and wait
You’ll know it’s time when
When you feel something’s wrong
When you feel something’s wrong
When you feel something’s wrong
There he’ll be