days of stone

Tag: memory

  • Before

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    Ryan Stone
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    his vital smile and untroubled eyes —enlistment photo Ryan Stone

  • Last Light

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    settling dusk a boy and his dog leaping shadows Ryan Stone

  • Reverie

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    louder and louder the smell of Nanna’s kitchen Ryan Stone

  • Fugue

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    strangers greet her with expectant eyes at the nursing home Ryan Stone

  • Amaranthine

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    at the hot springs below the line of thought I find you, old friend Ryan Stone

  • Blank Page, Red Sky

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    – for Billy Considine My friend Billy is sitting before a blank page,by the dim light of his study lamp. Billy the writer.My guess is that he’s thinking more about the red splashof sunset outside his window than the white page,wondering how to capture a blood-soaked skyin fresh words. Billy ponders a single word for…

  • Priceless

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    At the garage saleCherished toys in an old boxA man asks, how much? Ryan Stone

  • Galaxies

    Galaxies

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    Catch me a star, little spaceman,he’d call, and I’d catch a breath of whiskeyand hand-rolled cigarettes, mingledwith the sweat of his shirtas I tumbled back into strong hands. My father would launch meto the ceiling and ask,How do the stars look up there?And they were bright, the stars,like his eyes far below. Brightlike the glint…

  • You’re Missing

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    Spring cleaning windows a paw print from last summer fractures the sunlight – Ryan Stone How quickly the years slip past. Gone but never forgotten, old mate.

  • The Darkest Night

    The Darkest Night

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    Ryan Stone
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    The mind has many defences, she wrote in her award-winning essay. Glowing, she stood in front of her school; movie tickets her prize. Painted in shades between girl and woman she kissed me goodbye with bright red lips and joined her friends in line. The mind has many defences, she wrote. Maybe that’s why, in…