This Island is a Stone


This Island Is a Stone

Raking the sand, I leave only the infinite
trickling behind; our first bed bore your

parents’ memories. This one grows weeds. The
heavenly bamboo (a shrub and not a grass)

issues white petals and inedible red fruit. My
fingertip callouses have softened from disuse;

coyotes no longer answer my yips and howls.
Who replies to liars anyway? A snail’s love

dart impales the object of its affection, but
often inconveniently. This is not a metaphor

for bad sex, but a means of transferring an
allohormone. Today the overburdened creeks

erode their banks and 492 seconds after
departing the sun a ray greets my lawn. I snap

the towel at the fly on the door, but miss
again. The once sacred now lies open and

emptied; a few months ago my father could not
remember my birthdate although he recognized

the season. Some totals may never satisfy.
If I collect my life’s accumulated wastings, will

that sum temper me or merely accentuate the
fool? Nothing is as it seems. We mark our

remaining days with unread books. These
waves are plotted creases, this island is a stone.

“This Island Is a Stone” was published in MockingHeart Review in September 2017. I am grateful to editor Clare L. Martin for publishing this piece.

13 thoughts on “This Island is a Stone

  1. The snail’s love dart is such an apt apparatus for evoking the weight this stone-island’s “accumulation of wastings,” along with the time-dilated ardor with which it regards (as if, despite itself) its simultaneous isolation from and relationship to everything within its gravitational sphere. Who’s to say whether such allohormone infusions constitute our purest interfaces with reality, or our most misguided delusions thereof? Hmm…

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    • I’ve seen photos of misplaced love darts, and all I can say is OUCH! I suppose one must “have a mind of snail” or some such to appreciate (or survive) such ardor. I suppose the answer lies somewhere between purity and delusion, but I’m leaning towards delusion. 🙂

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