Tuesday, May 15, 2012


Sink photo albums–into
Sink silhouettes–into
Sink antique painting–into
Let solitude envelope/caress you
Until skin–your is enough musty
So musty
That age–your
Sees it–through me
That I it was
Who enveloped/crinkled/caressed
{Who} caress you {now}
Sink, sink 

Andrew J. Stone

Andrew J. Stone sleeps in the sunshine. Recent work has appeared in Danse Macabre, Blue & Yellow Dog, and Short, Fast & Deadly, Among other places. He recently finished a chapbook of poetry titled, "Teenage Angst & the Ekphrastic Exercise." He's now seeking publication. Find him where the graveyard is always full at: http://andrewjstone.blogspot.com/.

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