Sue Stone

....Ladies and Gentlemen?
Well, just one gentleman actually.
One particular gentleman,
as it happens.
...

What is it of this act,
that marks those partaking
with the musk like scent
of betrayal?
...

My wishes become
ever
decreasing
circles.
...

Do not start with me;
you will not win!
If I could dip
the edge of my pen
...

‘Why did you choose me Mummy’?
I might ask you the same....
‘Why did YOU choose me? ’
I muse in quiet contentment.
...

How can one mourn
a future that will never be?
My un-conceived
yet pre conceived
...

Through the slow but certain
perfusion of
drip, drip, drip
through
...

So for you,
My darling….

I will learn to prune my own acers,
...

Perhaps,
when you have finally grown tall
and I look up to you,
instead of down
...

It is always five fifteen,
on Mondays.
You never invite
comment;
...

And is grief the price we pay for love?
A basement, with no bargains here.
The cost is pinned to my forehead.
Insane 3D goggles revealing
...

I never thought, at forty three,
I'd so obsess at staying 'me';
But not the 'me' you see - for sure,
the face I want is twenty four.
...

I've fallen off the wagon.
She pushed me,
the b*tch.
I was doing well, for sure,
...

So, your mind drifts
to the nearest bar while I try and communicate with you?

Your stomach turns, as I attempt to speak of the day to day, inane requirements of running a household?
...

Young suicide

Within thirty minutes of the pronouncement
The messages flood like a tsunami.
...

No thanks.

I don’t want to talk about ‘it’.
‘It’? F*cking ‘it’?
...

I'm sorry.
There's no easy way to say this,
you cause me more distress than I have the ability to cope with.
I must go.
...

Thread Bear


My once weekly dusting session
...

We sit as we arrive at the terminal.
Diagnosis.
It sits, unblinking, between us.
Hesitation on both parts.
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Mother was a coke freak.
Don’t know if Dad’s alive
D’ you know what it’s like
To get yourself up
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