I have been writing my small stones. They’ve been posted in the places where they should be. I just got busy reading on my Nook and didn’t get around to updating this site. Apologies.
Small Stone 5:
How something so cute creates a stench that literally makes your eyes water. He sleeps on and doesn’t even recognize the havoc he creates in its wake.
Small Stone 6:
The sky is as gray as the the sound this morning, as heavy and still, and as the rain seeps from one to the other, there is no sense of beginning, end, or separation.