The Time – small stone
—
at 8:09
I notice that
11 minutes seems like
a great deal of
time.
multiplied
many times by
all these rushing people
and squared again by the
sick ones,
biding and
abiding.
Then,
slowed,
by the
lounging dogs.
Tag: ordinary
The Other Room — small stone
—
A chopped up
Christmas carol
Then
Hurrays and oh-my-
Goshes,
Then
Assorted giggles and
HAHAHAHs
Break from a
Passing argument and
Float from the
Other room.
Dandelion seeds
On a wind.
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I’m writing small stones as part … Read the rest “The Other Room — small stone”
Widow Maker – small stone
—
Branch
Cracked and broken
Lays in the crook
Of her sister’s arm,
Halfway between
Then and
Gone.
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I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Feel free to join us.
The horizon has exhaled – small stone
cold slices the
dull morning. my head down,
feet breaking up the
snow crust. I’m a
mindless fog itself
pied pipering behind
sweetie’s tinkling collar
until
suddenly
my pupils contract:
My head snaps up.
The horizon has
Exhaled.
Hard.
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Waxed turnip – small stone
—
Purple like a bruise– shy roots
Piled under fluorescent
Green light, shimmering like
Unexpected beauty queens
In their wax makeup.
— part of the Mindful Writing Challenge 2013