Soft snores beside me
A wheaten curl of warm sleep
Outside the wind howls
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
Soft snores beside me
A wheaten curl of warm sleep
Outside the wind howls
Ryan Stone

Her silver net cast
She scurries back under eave
Lunchtime drawing near
Ryan Stone

By a mountain lake
Naked limbs dance with the wind
Winter stole her shawl
Ryan Stone

She swims up Main Street
A pink flash against the flow
Seeking calm waters
Ryan Stone

A tiger’s red eye blinking—
she sucked each joint
to ash, slid her hands
past no return,
snatched
my hard-earned cash.
She surfed a wave of whiskey
past the breakers
each new dawn,
claimed every song
worth singing
remained as yet unsung.
I met her and grew old
with her, with only
one regret—
our spark flared
bright, but faded fast;
a burnt-out cigarette.
Ryan Stone

At your funeral
Wisterias and silence
Even the wind dies
Ryan Stone

a world of raindrops
blurring my window, mauves bleed
to wintery blues
Ryan Stone
