David Stone
Founder & Euro Editor
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Hard Dreams Poem
Hard Dreams poem.. One night, deep in an uncertain period in my life, I sat in the dark, smoking a cigarette and looking down a narrow alley to the street at a single streetlight. Cars and trucks blurred under it….
And, of course, there is always more…
An enriching, gritty awareness of the fullness of a world filled with activity, interaction, defined through multiple lenses and countless surfaces inspired this free verse.
Sometimes,The Wheels Just Come Off
The wheels just come off, sometimes, seen in the right — or wrong frame of mind. The world feels like an incredibly intricate, interlinked pool table. In one such frame of mind, I got the idea for this poem.
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, seventeen I knew I’d love her for all my life Can still feel the joy…
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…
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…
David Stone
Founder & Euro Editor