days of stone

Tag: age

  • This house

    This house

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    never recovered from the storms of ’93 when lightning stroked shingles, shorted out circuits, left one side wind blown and sagging. Tufts of moss sprout from the bowed memory of taut boards. A plague of crickets lurk beneath stairs, creaking their arthritic chatter. From a threadbare recliner in a ramshackle room I gaze over fields…

  • Escape

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    Despite the mist, the lack of light, they fly true south, those geese, while I remain, earthbound by age and pain. Ryan Stone