by Sasha Stone | Oct 22, 2013 | Poetry, TO LOVE
I’m in a dream Longing my 18 year old self only remembers The world outside visits my half-dreams but I never really sleep next to you. I wait for the hour when your body stirs awake Bodies pressed puzzle pieces Hearts beating swelling, yearning, arching I see things...
by Sasha Stone | Oct 14, 2013 | ART
If a famous artist, whose work is worth millions, showed up on a streetcorner unannounced, selling his work for $60 bucks couldn’t make more than a few sales what does that say about the commerce of art? What does that say about Banksy’s work? Does it mean...
by Sasha Stone | Oct 7, 2013 | Poetry, TO WRITE
Bourbon Street clanged like a Christmas tree on a train He never blinked. I’m going to build you an A-Frame, he said I built an instant dream on a stranger’s tweaker stare wider than the sky He’d taken enough of something to wish away convention I swam in it too....
by Sasha Stone | Oct 6, 2013 | Poetry
The surrender and the beauty comes all at once Hot gusts of air smother the Pacific. Rhythmic motion, an historical shrug. You are silent infinity. With nothing to say back. You don’t lift your hands even to catch my words They fly over and through then fall where...
by Sasha Stone | Oct 2, 2013 | Poetry
(A great poem by a great poet) This was a day when nothing happened, the children went off to school without a murmur, remembering their books, lunches, gloves. All morning, the baby and I built block stacks in the squares of light on the floor. And lunch blended into...