Soft morning drizzle in this desert city settles everything into a cool, quiet reverence. Even the tires in the street are hushed, like slippers in the dew-grass. Alhamdulillah, rain has come. I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for moreContinue reading “Small stone #11”
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Small stone #10
My coffee steams through an open window into the milky gray of the morning fog. 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 #9
The anger of a nation resides also in my heart. For the sake of that nation, I will open my heart. May the anger then dissipate so that love may shine freely, like mists dissolving under a rising sun. This small stone-turned prayer is dedicated to the victims of the recent shooting in Tuscon, Arizona,Continue reading “Small stone #9”
Small stone #8
Amid the laughter of volleyballing teens, the creaks of bicycles and the soft pop of parasails full of marina breeze, a tiny bird flies over the ice cream stand and alights on a fence wire to watch the beach. A toddler sees and waddles forward, two steps, one step, three steps, spellbound and hesitant. TheContinue reading “Small stone #8”
Small stone #7
Dew chills the windshields and sand drifts in the streets. The starless sky cowls the city, and the cold glass of the midnight window is silent and still. 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 #6
Sunlight through the open window collects in the marble tile then leaps to the ceiling, there to play among the chandeliers in cool blue and ocher. 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 #5
My dilute calico, stretched long as my leg, will later curl up to the size of my feet. 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 #4
The sweet scent of apple shisha perfumes the dusty street, masking for just a moment the incense of sand and exhaust fumes. 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 #3
A cool breeze stirs, and the shreds of tarp dance among the trash on the rooftops. 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 #2
The shadow of a pigeon bobs across the rhombus of window-light on my bedroom floor, like a puppet playing for my amusement. A cloud passes outside and the window-light fades until only my floor remains. What happens, in such a moment, to the shadow-puppet bird? I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January.Continue reading “Small stone #2”
Samuel Snoek-Brown 