MaryStonePoetI Can’t Stop Writing About MenI Can’t Stop Writing About Men In the dark bay of night. In the space before re-runs end and infomercials begin. I write them into…Oct 6, 20182Oct 6, 20182
MaryStonePoetInterim1. And, April again, and the memory of snow at the door wakes me these mornings, not the ugly bird on the porch building a shiny new…Jun 25, 2018Jun 25, 2018
MaryStonePoet[I’m a Very Dead Girl]The psychic took an eyelash and told me to lean over a candle, breathe until I might find a harp growing out of me. Pluck and lick the tune…Mar 18, 2018Mar 18, 2018
MaryStonePoetIt’s Okay to Be WrongNow, the dragonflies radio home, their wings cracked ash and glass. There’s an empty mattress there. A man you left all alone with your…Jan 7, 2018Jan 7, 2018
MaryStonePoetI Call the Suicide HotlineThe man on the other line calls me doll,Jun 19, 2017Jun 19, 2017
MaryStonePoetA Man Tells You What is GoodBut — it is not the rain-soaked sunflower fields of this mild summerJun 19, 2017Jun 19, 2017
MaryStonePoetRecent Images from My Walking AdventuresWhat do you see when you look at abandoned buildings or boarded windows or locked doors?May 17, 2017May 17, 2017