The wheels just come off, sometimes, seen in the right — or wrong frame of mind. The world feels like an incredibly intricate, interlinked pool
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Poem: I remember everything
I remember everything… I remember everything I remember everything promise, vow, commitment, engagement Name it Kept every one, no exceptions Afloat in mild night air,
Death Walks a Shit-Scarred Lane
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.
Short Observation On a Very Long and Hot Topic
Memory’s not disposable. Not chunks of plastic floating in the ocean, it is an ocean. David Stone is a New York City based writer whose book titles
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
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
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
