days of stone

Author: Ryan Stone

  • Depression

    Depression

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    Ryan Stone
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    Pitch black, careening down a track in vain before a dark freight train blasts past. Underneath, peace at last. Ryan Stone

  • Hourglass

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    Ryan Stone
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    We walk the tide line barefoot on the morning sand, your steps close by mine. Later, I return alone but no trace of us remains. Ryan Stone

  • Riders in the Night

    Riders in the Night

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    Ryan Stone
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    Outside, in the distance a wild cat did growl two riders were approaching the wind began to howl. -Bob Dylan Hoofbeats on the tundra! Beneath a mage’s moon she draws her shutters closely, prays morning finds her soon. Thunder shatters silence, a rapping at her door tears the night asunder– a wild cat’s chilling roar.…

  • Fourteen

    Fourteen

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    Ryan Stone
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    I ‘m standing on the platform, waitingfor the school train, eating a vending machine donut.It cost 80 cents, my entire train fare, but no-onechecks tickets this early. A magpie hunts baublesin the trash can nearby, the moon grins faintlyin a pale, grey morning sky. Grown ups in dazes drift over the platform, heads buriedin newspapers…

  • Ghosts at Dawn

    Ghosts at Dawn

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    Ryan Stone
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    Too thin – you now exist within a pause as dawn retracts her claws from day; you fade, while I must stay. Ryan Stone

  • Tempest

    Tempest

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    Ryan Stone
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    Wind, blow – lift me high, don’t let go; fly me far, above sand and sea. Monsoon – take me, let’s chase the moon. – Ryan Stone

  • Queen of Nothing

    Queen of Nothing

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    Ryan Stone
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    I barely remember how the hues of December cast sepia waves through her hair. Those words she first uttered: out here there be monsters, seemed a plea, not a thing to beware. A quick realisation: she sailed a maelstrom mainlining a vein named despair. Lost within dreams of heroine queens, I drew heart-shaped clouds in…

  • Stillborn

    Stillborn

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    Ryan Stone
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    Although science, with clinical wisdom declared her not yet a person, a heartbeat argued defiantly for a night. We visit the cemetery — hands entwined, minds in different hemispheres, hearts mangled. In a quiet corner where the sun lingers late in summer, where gelid moans soften in winter, we become broken pieces of something once…

  • Unshackled

    Unshackled

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    Ryan Stone
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    A breeze blows in, lifts her with ease, this shell. As I whisper farewell, Godspeed. The ties that bind recede. Ryan Stone

  • Shades

    Shades

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    Ryan Stone
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    Her kiss at dawn is what I miss the most – as day break sings a ghost refrain: love dims to dust and pain. Ryan Stone