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Category Archives: small stone
Small stone 1/31/2013
Degrees graphed like telemetry spikes on a screen, vacillating from 66 to 20 in 24 hours in a temperature flatline. Call a code, someone. Our climate has crashed.
small stone 1/30/2013
if stones could bloom those small, mineral seeds would open amethyst and sapphire flowers that never fade– brilliant but scentless
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small stone 1/28/2013
Fog is not tiptoeing anywhere here tonight–it is flowing gray/black stripes across the road like a ghost tiger chasing winter.
small stone 1/27/13
Scotch and Irish don’t mix, you said and I laughed at the pun. Until the time you got into a fight with a taxi driver, who let us off in the Bowery after 1 a.m. The choice was walk or … Continue reading
small stone 1/25/2013
We walked to the point of Honeymoon Island once, you and I, and you laughed at the signs that said DO NOT FEED THE BIRDS and fed them anyway; that cloud of black and white gulls floating in front of … Continue reading
small stone 1/24/2013: Snow Synesthetic
What chef tapped sky three times like a full strainer to sift confectioner’s sugar four inches thick, onto trees and power lines? Something this finely milled and precisely handled should taste like candycanes or dusted sugar; perhaps even Wint-O-Green Lifesavers. Cold candies our hours.