days of stone

Tag: divorce

  • What Stays

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    Ryan Stone
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    The house didn’t fallwhen they left.The kettle still boils,the dog still waitsfor your voice in the morning. Time to forgetthe way you bent to fitwhat was never built for you. The sky hasn’t stoppedits slow turning.Magpies still sing.You breathe.Something holds. This isn’t the end.It never is.The right onewon’t ask you to shrink.What stayswill staywithout being…

  • Paradigm Shift

    Paradigm Shift

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    Ryan Stone
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    I’m not an ice-block or wasted teardrop, mooching around your Long Island Iced Tea. I’m not chasing dreams, dreaming of Jeannie, won’t slow for one more whistle stop. I’ve never bridged sighs, I don’t island hop, or tasted the free airs of Heaney. Nor held a heart that, like some Houdini, didn’t vanish with barbaric…

  • Old Photograph

    Old Photograph

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    Ryan Stone
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    In the photo I keep in my wallet you’re smiling. No hint of ghosts in the glint of your eye. You’re sitting on a riverbank weaving a daisy chain I wore until it crumbled– linking flower to flower with the unblemished certainty that beauty and vows are forever. Ryan Stone

  • Irish Fire

    Irish Fire

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    Ryan Stone
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    My grandmother called it Irish fire, said it raged through my father hotter than Beli Mawr’s bum. She was long dead when it finally flared fiercer than he could contain. The embers of his eyes scorched childhood’s last leaves to ash, left them smoldering. 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…

  • Divorce

    Divorce

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    Ryan Stone
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    From this bridge of sighs They watch the chasm sunder Here, where dreaming ends Ryan Stone

  • Shades

    Shades

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    Ryan Stone
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    Her kiss at dawn is what I miss the most – as day break sings a ghost refrain: love dims to dust and pain. Ryan Stone

  • For a time

    For a time

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    Ryan Stone
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    For a time You were everything. Your smile Lit sparks That raced Down my spine, My heart skipped a beat When you Spoke to me. The world paused So we could run free. You seemed so divine For a time. Things always change. Forever’s a dream, Every summer Has rain. I stopped being The light…