Death Walks a Shit-Scarred Lane – Narrative Poetry

Death Walks a Shit-Scarred Lane was written from memory, mine and/or someone else’s, the brutal reality clear as it came to me. Death Stalks a Shit-Scarred Lane Sucking, tugging mud, damp, cold around my feet and ankles. Val’s dress collects…

This and That Poem

Truths are neither remote nor difficult to find. They lay there in plain sight, sunlight shining down on them, even in the darkest night.

The Uncaptain of a Nonship

You are un-directing the passage, right? You are non-navigating the ship I feel, in long hysterical drifts      that I am on the formless threshold           of an enormous room without walls      …

The Crisis to Which We Now Refer

  It’s just that coming home around six a.m. I knew this place was Rome four days after the sacking   I imagined the rescue of the children hustled out of a crashing courtyard in an old, blue Ford Your…

1971

by David Stone Our guests had gone home, hours ago. Dishes done, drying on the rack, you lounged in one of our old chairs,  reading God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. A lamp hung a lemon umbrella above you. Across the…

That Critical Summer 1975

we wait for snow at a barn dancebrave men on some god-forsaken bridge we wait for snow where a gas jockey pumpsa stream of pink horses into infinity, 1920

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,…