Small Stone 7/21

The tink tink tink of metal tags makes a puppy's presence known.

Small Stone 7/20

Gathering old newspapers into a pile, her arms only large enough to hold a bundle of three, she asks if we should keep them for the fire place - for a day when it's really cold and there's a "tongue-twister" outside.

Small Stone 7/19

Double dutch ropes of rainbowed sunlight turn on the vinyl pool's floor.

Small Stone 7/18

The six-bladed shadow whirls opposite its counterpart; they dance yin-yang on my ceiling.

Small Stone 7/17

A slithered whisper is the gentle breeze that sneaks up on me, mimicking a lover's breath, sweeping across bared skin - neck, shoulders - tracing the lines of my collarbone like a prelude to a kiss.

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.