days of stone

Tag: wings

  • Dreamer

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    Ryan Stone
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    Each night feathered wings gift wild flight— a slip from chains, set free to trip and roam, ’til dawn’s siren call home. Ryan Stone

  • Galaxies

    Galaxies

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    Ryan Stone
    in

    Catch me a star, little spaceman,he’d call, and I’d catch a breath of whiskeyand hand-rolled cigarettes, mingledwith the sweat of his shirtas I tumbled back into strong hands. My father would launch meto the ceiling and ask,How do the stars look up there?And they were bright, the stars,like his eyes far below. Brightlike the glint…

  • Abyss 5-7-5

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    Ryan Stone
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    Slipping her shackles she launched into the abyss; virgin wings unfurled. Ryan Stone