days of stone

Tag: choice

  • Self-portrait

    Self-portrait

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    Ryan Stone
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    And these are my failings: a wild smile always leads my mind to the kiss hiding behind it and sometimes to plot the shortest route there. Did I say sometimes? I lie a bit, too. And I tend to zone out to small-talk – there are enough idle words in the world. And I can’t…

  • Roulette

    Roulette

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    Ryan Stone
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    Awake! A slate grey, cold daybreak – blood clot sunrise, I take a shot and miss. Life must hold more than this. Ryan Stone

  • The Walk

    The Walk

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    Ryan Stone
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    I wake a full hour early for the rare gift of a walk in the woods with my father. He is a silent giant among misty ghost gums. I tell him, Watch! See how fast I can run. He doesn’t yell when I trip and fall, but lifts me with unfamiliar, calloused hands. At the…

  • Like Grass

    Like Grass

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    Ryan Stone
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    I’ll bend, you know. Each time you kick or stomp me underfoot. Though sustenance is rare as winter sun, I’ll thrive, you know and grow to cover every corner of the meadow where you lie. I’ll rise, you know. Rise and rise– I’ll rise. Ryan Stone

  • Tempest

    Tempest

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    Ryan Stone
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    Wind, blow – lift me high, don’t let go; fly me far, above sand and sea. Monsoon – take me, let’s chase the moon. – Ryan Stone

  • Rhyme of the Kingdom

    Rhyme of the Kingdom

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    Ryan Stone
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    Over the mountains and down to the sea, you must come now if you hope to break free. No time to mourn for Autumn’s red bowers; the light we once made, now darkness devours. I can play you the rhymes of the kingdom, I can sing you the songs that you know; but we must…

  • Leaving Violet Town

    Leaving Violet Town

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    Ryan Stone
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    The boy sits alone while the carriage fills around him. It’s a V-line, a long haul, thundering into morning. Barely legible, a chipped sign fades and Violet Town falls away. He retreats to a paperback kingdom, while oblivious wheels devour miles. Sometimes his eyes rise to watch the landscape grind from here to there. Halogen…

  • The Fall

    The Fall

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

  • Drinking the Dawn

    Drinking the Dawn

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    Ryan Stone
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    A young elephant can die of a broken heart should his mother leave. I was an elephant once just for a time. Then I stood up, tusk and trunk, like she taught me – stepped onto the prairie; dry eyes drinking the dawn. Ryan Stone

  • Choices 5-7-5

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    Ryan Stone
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