Small Stone 3/1

Guitar blues,
And her made-for-rock voice
Echo in an empty room.

Small Stone 2/29

My frozen feet sting under the heat of the electric blanket.

Small Stone 2/28

The only unmelted snow sits on the windshields of parked cars.

SS 2/27

Feather-light snow flakes fall slower than the rain drops.

Small Stone 2/26

A crescent shaped cradle glows in the dark.

Small Stone 2/25

 Toothpaste leaves my lips tight and tingling.

Small Stone 2/24

Multiple layers in different stages of drying disintegrate under the hot water; clumps, goo, and latex skin shrink to rubbery strings which my fingernails scrape from the bristles.