Tag: poetry
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Tiger Snake
I found him dozing in the dustof the dry top-paddock dam.Coiled olive and yellow stripes,lazy in the afternoon sun.I saw the blunt wedgeof his head stir to rise,body flatteninglike yesterday’s hay.I stomped. Stomped again,crushed head into hardpan,and heard the moanof life departing. Or just windthrough the empty grain silo. Ryan Stone
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Blank Page, Red Sky
– 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…
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Projection
Buttered popcorn ghostsHaunt first-kiss back row shadows,Our movie house closed Ryan Stone
