days of stone

Tag: birds

  • Coal Town

    Coal Town

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    Ryan Stone
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    Birds don’t stop in this town. I see them fly past, black peppering blue, going someplace. I’ve given up dreaming wings. This town will know my bones. Condoms sell well in Joe’s corner store – boredom breeds but breeding’s a trap, a twitch in the smile of those steel-eyed shrews who linger late after church.…

  • Reflection

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in , ,

    Above the still lake A smoke and pepper patchwork Birds entering clouds Ryan Stone

  • Forsaken

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    by

    Ryan Stone
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    in tumbleweed fields old man scarecrow waving, blackbirds fly on Ryan Stone