Sweet Malibu skin
I’m high on your summer scent,
Drunk on your juices
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
Sweet Malibu skin
I’m high on your summer scent,
Drunk on your juices
Ryan Stone

She sets down her pen
Chaos and joy tumble in
Her boys and the wind
Ryan Stone

Under fallen leaves
Flowers out of season die
A lone hawk circles
Ryan Stone

In chartreuse waters
His floundering ship is lost
Eyes across the bar
Ryan Stone

A new sun rising
I follow the moon to bed
Kookaburra dawn
Ryan Stone

From deep sea trenches
Fiery-tasseled oarfish rise
A distant gong chimes
Ryan Stone

Over the wild sea
Trade winds frolic among sails
A gull’s mournful cry
Ryan Stone

A shining wind twirls
Lazy twisters in her hair
Here, wild roses bloom
Ryan Stone

He devoted years
To becoming bulletproof
She was a sniper
Ryan Stone

Riffs of liquid chrome
Howling from a neon amp
Set the night on fire
Ryan Stone
