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

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
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

Her mop’s rhythmic stroke
A bondage unlike the kiss
Of sweet leather nights
Ryan Stone

Oh, the wild places
Tattoo parlors, biker bars
Your lips in the night
Ryan Stone

A widow slumbers
As red and blue fireflies weave
Swiftly through the night
Ryan Stone

Towering ghost gums
Never show inner turmoil
Until they tumble
Ryan Stone

Alone on the edge
One more tree in a forest
With no one to hear
Ryan Stone

The sound of his name
From lips that once whispered mine
Nails scrape a chalkboard
Ryan Stone
