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  • 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…

  • Roulette

    Roulette

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    Ryan Stone
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    Awake! A slate grey, cold daybreak – blood clot sunrise, I take a shot and miss. Life must hold more than this. Ryan Stone

  • Stuff Cops Know

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    Ryan Stone
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    Lunacy lives in the full face of the moon, blood has infinite shades of red. The perfect crime doesn’t exist. Every contact leaves a trace. When there’s nothing to gain, people can still be evil. When there’s everything to lose, people may surprise you. Occasionally there is honour among thieves. There are multiple truths, perspective…

  • Drought Break

    Drought Break

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    Ryan Stone
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    The first splash, a drum crash on hardpan. Tin roof hiss, a slow kiss that grows into rushing percussion. New voices rise, warbles and sighs, from beneath the shelter of tree ferns– a chorus begins, magpie trills and woodwind, as sound to the outback returns. Ryan Stone Another bite at dVerse quadrille #33 – Sound…

  • The Walk

    The Walk

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    Ryan Stone
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    I wake a full hour early for the rare gift of a walk in the woods with my father. He is a silent giant among misty ghost gums. I tell him, Watch! See how fast I can run. He doesn’t yell when I trip and fall, but lifts me with unfamiliar, calloused hands. At the…

  • Like Grass

    Like Grass

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    Ryan Stone
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    I’ll bend, you know. Each time you kick or stomp me underfoot. Though sustenance is rare as winter sun, I’ll thrive, you know and grow to cover every corner of the meadow where you lie. I’ll rise, you know. Rise and rise– I’ll rise. Ryan Stone

  • Hope

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    Ryan Stone
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    so dark each winter night, then dawn Ryan Stone

  • Divorce

    Divorce

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    Ryan Stone
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    From this bridge of sighs They watch the chasm sunder Here, where dreaming ends Ryan Stone

  • Reflection

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    Ryan Stone
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    Above the still lake A smoke and pepper patchwork Birds entering clouds Ryan Stone

  • Blue Sky

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    spring clothesline— purple penguins dancing on a breeze Ryan Stone