The sound of his name
From lips that once whispered mine
Nails scrape a chalkboard
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
The sound of his name
From lips that once whispered mine
Nails scrape a chalkboard
Ryan Stone

Her darlings are slain
In pools of red ink, her dreams
Swim oceans of blue
Ryan Stone

Into the tide pool
Divorce shaped teardrops tumble
And shatter his face
Ryan Stone

A gold harvest moon
Swells over night’s shadowed cliffs
Cohen is singing
Ryan Stone

I saw you standing
On the edge of forever
Windmills in your hair
Ryan Stone

In treehouse shadows
Shyly she stepped from her clothes
And I from my youth
Ryan Stone

Like a moth to flame
Sashaying between moments
Yearning to belong
Ryan Stone

Hunting rock pool shells
At sunrise, the tide tugging
My child’s toes too soon
Ryan Stone
