days of stone

Tag: memory

  • The Journey Home

    The Journey Home

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    Ryan Stone
    in ,

    She tells me her pain is a squall, sudden and vicious, like a flash storm whipping in from Bass Strait to batter King Island. Do you remember our Island, Garth? Her doctors build shelters; nurses batten hatches, but this tempest won’t blow over. She says her pain is a vulture now, circling the desert on…

  • Fleeting

    Fleeting

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    Fleeting In bed their tattoos met and bled. Ink-kissed lovers, knowing their tryst, night-born would live to die with dawn. Ryan Stone

  • Hourglass

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    Ryan Stone
    in

    We walk the tide line barefoot on the morning sand, your steps close by mine. Later, I return alone but no trace of us remains. Ryan Stone

  • Fourteen

    Fourteen

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    Ryan Stone
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    I ‘m standing on the platform, waitingfor the school train, eating a vending machine donut.It cost 80 cents, my entire train fare, but no-onechecks tickets this early. A magpie hunts baublesin the trash can nearby, the moon grins faintlyin a pale, grey morning sky. Grown ups in dazes drift over the platform, heads buriedin newspapers…

  • Ghosts at Dawn

    Ghosts at Dawn

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    Ryan Stone
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    Too thin – you now exist within a pause as dawn retracts her claws from day; you fade, while I must stay. 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

  • Teacher

    Teacher

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    Ryan Stone
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    A wail of sirens makes her pale with fear, returns her to the year she stole a cub from his foxhole. Ryan Stone

  • Ingénue

    Ingénue

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    Ryan Stone
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    Ingénue Raindrops – steel drums, belting roof tops. Loud beats unheard beneath white sheets where two hearts shed one last taboo. Ryan Stone

  • Spring Break

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    Ryan Stone
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    jasmine frolicking on a breeze – first kiss Ryan Stone

  • Years

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    by

    Ryan Stone
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    faded doll, old memories shelved Ryan Stone