by Sasha Stone | Jan 24, 2014 | AGING, TO MUSE
A friend recently sent me old photos of myself. I remember it like it was yesterday. I had not yet had a baby and was spending most of my time online. It was the early 90s — there was barely a “world wide web.” I remember thinking that I looked good...
by Sasha Stone | Nov 24, 2013 | MEN, Poetry, TO LOVE
Rolling out of bed at 12noon Noisy beach town long since awake Cries of children let loose on the playground for lunch, A few moments I linger Giving pleasure comes easily to you I am hot and dry as the California coastline, wrapping its arms around the swollen...
by Sasha Stone | Oct 26, 2013 | POLITICS
Russell Brand’s political discussion: …inspired a commenter over at Gawker to post this oldie but goodie by George Carlin:
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 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...
I spend way too much thinking about me.
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