days of stone

Tag: childhood

  • Tearing Sunshine

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    Ryan Stone
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    Mum moves like rinse water—warm, grey,going where she’s poured.Hands red-rawfrom bleach and bonesshe can’t scrub clean.She hums when she’s bone-tired,not for tune,just to keep from cracking. Dad says work is hard—but only ever sits,rail grease on his boots,beer in hand,trophy beside him:Highest Goal Scorer,1983. He holds it like a woundthat never scabbed.Says he could’ve been…

  • Reverie

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    Ryan Stone
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    louder and louder the smell of Nanna’s kitchen Ryan Stone

  • Petrichor 5-7-5

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    Ryan Stone
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    Her hair smelled of hay, summer rain and first kisses; breathless, petrichor. His fingers trembled childhood’s last tattoo, across her pale, arching spine. Ryan Stone