Small Stones # 27 and # 28
Small Stone # 27
An attempt at exploring why no small stone came yesterday.
Yesterday was spent
tracing a thin line
of nostalgia through
the myriad strings
of everyday. To look
ahead
one must first reconcile
with what lies
behind.
Small Stone # 28
Migraine
First comes the blindness,
a bright white lens over
the window of my sight.
The aura follows. It’s relentless,
jagged chevrons carving
an ellipsis behind my eye,
a fire eating through
the expanse imprinted
on my eyelid. Neurons,
sparking repeatedly,
appear as neon bulbs
in the top right corner
flash flash flash
in time to the throb of
nausea, and the pounding
against my skull.
An attempt at exploring why no small stone came yesterday.
Yesterday was spent
tracing a thin line
of nostalgia through
the myriad strings
of everyday. To look
ahead
one must first reconcile
with what lies
behind.
Small Stone # 28
Migraine
First comes the blindness,
a bright white lens over
the window of my sight.
The aura follows. It’s relentless,
jagged chevrons carving
an ellipsis behind my eye,
a fire eating through
the expanse imprinted
on my eyelid. Neurons,
sparking repeatedly,
appear as neon bulbs
in the top right corner
flash flash flash
in time to the throb of
nausea, and the pounding
against my skull.