days of stone

Tag: dVerse

  • My Love

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    Ryan Stone
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    -blazon after Woloch My love with her chocolate river of tresses, Her slow-flowing curls, polished mahogany. My love with her lips of tequila sunrise With her milky-skinned sin, spreading wildfire blush. My love with her hummingbird voice Her windswept dune song, her soul strumming hum My love with her eyes of moonstone and twilight, Her…

  • Stuff Cops Know

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    Ryan Stone
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    Lunacy lives in the full face of the moon, blood has infinite shades of red. The perfect crime doesn’t exist. Every contact leaves a trace. When there’s nothing to gain, people can still be evil. When there’s everything to lose, people may surprise you. Occasionally there is honour among thieves. There are multiple truths, perspective…

  • Drought Break

    Drought Break

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    Ryan Stone
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    The first splash, a drum crash on hardpan. Tin roof hiss, a slow kiss that grows into rushing percussion. New voices rise, warbles and sighs, from beneath the shelter of tree ferns– a chorus begins, magpie trills and woodwind, as sound to the outback returns. Ryan Stone Another bite at dVerse quadrille #33 – Sound…