Small Stone 1/30

The window is naked, no drapery, no shutters or blinds, and the light shining through is the only one on the block; it's stark, vulgar even, like an invasion in the otherwise solid darkness, and I keep wondering when my neighbors are going to turn it off.

Small Stone 1/29

Cigarette smoke and steaming breath mingle together as I exhale into the cold night.

Small Stone 1/28

A parade of blondes in mini skirts of silky and metallic fabrics walk by our table in Panera; a local sorority arriving for their luncheon.

Small Stone 1/27

I squeal as I plant my bare butt on the cold porcelain.

Small Stone 1/26

Slipping between layers of freshly laundered cotton, cool down molds to my body.

Small Stone 1/25

The cake, dense and gooey, sticks to my teeth; it's heavy on the cocoa and light on the sugar.

Small Stone 1/24

Sea foam, coral, aqua... rich hues that are bright, vibrant, almost alive in the wet paint, but as soon as the brush sets them on bone-dry ceramic, all moisture disappears, and the colors fade to a pale memory.