At the garage sale
Cherished toys in an old box
A man asks, how much?
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
At the garage sale
Cherished toys in an old box
A man asks, how much?
Ryan Stone

A shift in focus—
This whole, bright world reflected
In her dark window
Ryan Stone

He devoted years
To becoming bulletproof
She was a sniper
Ryan Stone

Riffs of liquid chrome
Howling from a neon amp
Set the night on fire
Ryan Stone

Her mop’s rhythmic stroke
A bondage unlike the kiss
Of sweet leather nights
Ryan Stone

Oh, the wild places
Tattoo parlors, biker bars
Your lips in the night
Ryan Stone

Silent tears at dawn
My half-mast heart in tatters
London Bridge is down
Ryan Stone

A widow slumbers
As red and blue fireflies weave
Swiftly through the night
Ryan Stone

After she left me
I stared at puddles so long
A rainbow appeared
Ryan Stone

Alone on the edge
One more tree in a forest
With no one to hear
Ryan Stone
