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. Advertisements
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 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 […]
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.
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 include 21 Poems and Traveling Without A Passport.