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”

Small stone #1

It is just after midnight.  A new year.  Leaning out the window, I notice that the air in the alley smells the same as last year.  Looking up into the black sky, the fireworks diminished and the stars blotted blind by the city lights, I realize that this year will not feel real until theContinue reading “Small stone #1”