days of stone

Tag: Silence

  • Willow and Ash

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    Ryan Stone
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  • The Sound of Men Not Crying

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    Ryan Stone
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    Grief came quiet—shoved in gloveboxeswith old rego papersand blunt toolskept for no reason. Tears weren’t banned,just lostbetween Dad’s silenceand busted knuckles,between she’ll be rightand a doorthat clicks shut slow. We didn’t crywhen the dog died,didn’t cry at the funeral,didn’t crywhen she walked out. Just sat there.Fence posts in floodwater. We breakin the gut,in the jaw,in…

  • Adrift

    Adrift

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    Ryan Stone
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    The last leaves are golden, most have already flown. Branches hang bare beneath ashen skies. Not so different from when you climbed, hand over slow hand, waging a war inside your young mind. One leaf breaks free, hangs on a moment, before leaping into the maelstrom. I imagine a short fall, sharp jerk and silence;…