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Sometimes, I guess there just aren’t enough rocks. – Forrest Gump thrown, it stings and things may never (ever) be the same. held, it burns and turns over in your (angry, hungry)hand. buried, it still carries all that (wait…wait…)weight. dropped, it stops. (plop.) ponders heart. embraces grace. PAD Challenge day 5.
.. we throw them in as wishes, just to see some change in the surface of things, just to watch the ripples rise. we revel in their displacement, the way they sway the river’s path, make bur -bled song of … Continue reading
I said I’ll wear the mask if I have to I will inherit the crown… – Suicide Silence Who among us has not wasted these smaller things? These stones. Thrown them loose just to listen to the ripples on … Continue reading
… i Shouldn’t, really. (Glass houses and all that C R A S H -ability.) ii Skip it. Long and low, across the waves, (or whatever saves you from the rest of the storm.) iii The one that … Continue reading
Give her an audacious heart. A quiet spot for noisy bones. A stone to throw softly or un ………-throw. Give her the sting of her own salt, a stum -bled place to start, …a slant of sun a nook of … Continue reading
.. Sometimes there just aren’t enough words ….witnesses stones, ………..songs. We long for unshattered silence; abandon our slingshots, glass houses, un -cast lots. We toss our hats in too far and scar our own skin with a burning desire for … Continue reading