All day I have stuffed my ears with music like soaked cotton; now, the gentle thrum of distant construction, the drift of passing traffic, and the quiet afternoon breeze feels like my eardrums exhaling.
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Small stone, Vol. 2, #2
Oh, Ego, finding your doppelgänger online is only exciting if he isn’t several degrees cooler than you.
Small stone, vol. 2, #1
The zest from my orange perfumes my mustache.
Small stone wrap-up
So, I’ve finished the January “River of Stones” project. It’s been a lot of fun and, I think, good for my process–writing just this little bit every day, and paying careful attention to the words I’m putting down, has made me a more careful reader and even thinker as well as a more careful writer. Continue reading “Small stone wrap-up”
Small stone #31
Winds career over the rooftops, rending the rain-tarps in long shredded strips, flaying sections from the tin. The dust from construction down the street awakes and lifts from the sand and rock, filling the air like a city-sized, ponderous spirit. Out in the Gulf a storm floats past, but here in the city, we hearContinue reading “Small stone #31”
Small stone #30
Each eye feels punched in, my temples tight, my neck old rubber like an antique bicycle tire. All this news coverage, but so hard to turn away from it when the people I’m watching on tv or on the Internet refuse to turn away themselves. They face a wild and uncertain future, but they faceContinue reading “Small stone #30”
Small stone #29
Bob Marley in the dress shop makes the track lighting feel like sunshine, and all these bohemian prints and bell-sleeves tunics make me yearn for sandalwood incense and a Red Stripe, the sizzle of kebobs on the barbecue, and the green grass cool and dewy between my toes. I’m participating in the River of StonesContinue reading “Small stone #29”
Small stone #28
The glass crunching underfoot is something of a mystery, as though city workers had broken all the globes in the street lights just to change the bulbs. I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.
Small stone #27
My wife fell behind while walking in the mall, and when I turned to find her she told me, “I tripped on the in-between.” (This is a true story.) I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.
Small stone #26
Somehow, the goldenrod sunset through the trees isn’t nearly as beautiful since they cut down all the trees. I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.
Samuel Snoek-Brown 