You Look in the Mirror and See Ulysses S. Grant

You Look in the Mirror and See Ulysses S. Grant Poetry by David Stone Take Grant’s Union Army, for example, lumbering south through Virginia trampling everything good and decent after Robert E. Lee’s magnificent killing machine On a graceless monster…

Time Passes Poem

Tuning Fork Poem

by David Stone It’s not world peace not even the end of hunger It isn’t fairness, respect or inspiration   A search for words futile as perfect love,  a tune heard early then lost among songs   It isn’t even…

…tremendous lie of sleep… Poetry by David Stone

  …tremendous lie of sleep… By David Stone Assorted Ideas, Large & Small Was Cummings right?Is it a lie untethering the common lietossing us like formless energyinto timeless space where everything happens at once? Among the insane features of sleep,…

Wayne Dyer’s Weird Hook Up With Esther Hicks

There was a sorry moment when my one-time hero, Wayne Dyer, landed where he’d do just about anything that Reid Tracy, the CEO at Hay House, asked. Gratitude’s one thing, but this was ridiculous. Wayne Dyer mixed up Esther Hicks…?…

Images of New York City, Urban Landscapes

Images of New York City bring an angular view to urban spaces, seen through street photography. Catching what’s missed in the rush. Up Close, What Does New York City Look Like? Deborah Julian is a New York City based street…

We All Miss Ralph

Circa 1968         In a Hawley Street laundromat, the urban housewife’s last resort become a resource for hippies I am waiting for our clothes to dry sitting atop a washer, reading a paperback my feet draped in…

A Walk With Edgar Allen Poe

  Poe walked with me along the Hudson, the sullen edge of the river now braced with concrete,  losing the battle between land and sea.   “We had no cars,” Poe muttered. “We did have horse shit, however. Me, I’ll…

Collage Poem

    Set it up here Include all audio   Yellow light streams over the brown-green rim of the hill,  edges roughened with forest. I stand at the sink, storm windows swung open Over the ribbed, white edge of frost…