days of stone

Tag: hands

  • Unburied Hatchet

    Unburied Hatchet

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    Ryan Stone
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    Until I saw those wasted hands, brittle as chalk, I hadn’t thought how fast the years make ghosts. I heard them once called brawler’s paws. For me, they were always more: cobras, poised to strike. But his brawling days are gone now; I could kill him with a pillow, if I cared enough to try.…

  • Mother’s Hands

    Mother’s Hands

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    Ryan Stone
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    Advertisement for Myers Gloves, by Margaret Watkins (Canada), 1920s. Mother’s Hands Strong enough to lift me each time I couldn’t rise. Soft as cotton wool, washing dirt from scrapes and tears from eyes. Firm enough to model clay and boys, to bowls and men, yet fine when stroking ivory keys– Für Elise and Clair de…

  • Fledgling

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    Ryan Stone
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    after the dance her questioning hands— is this your first time? Ryan Stone