Drizzling Ghazal
by Alison Stone

Picnic—We flirt and eat cake in the rain. Bad actors banter and run through fake rain. Classics’ women vanquished by weather. They faint in heat, take sick from wind, shake in rain. Two low-yield years. Barn mortgaged, fields planted, the farmer waits—so much at stake—for rain. Does anything depend on these nut-brown ducks next to … Continue reading Drizzling Ghazal
by Alison Stone

Timely Ghazal
by Alison Stone

Things you can’t control—love, weather, grace, time. My favorite cliché is race against time. Like an undertow, her phone sucks my teen daughter into YouTube, Snapchat, FaceTime. Our elm’s branches brought the power lines down. In darkness, distortion of sound, space, time. Time may change me—Bowie’s cranked-up voice drifts from a passing car—but you can’t … Continue reading Timely Ghazal
by Alison Stone

Chill
by Alison Stone

Blood test. Doctor on the phone. The cold. Emily’s zero at the bone. That cold. The child forced to choose&emdash;which parent to become, which to betray. Two paths. One cold. My heart&emdash;eight ounces of muscle holding maiden eagerness. A mother’s grief. Crone cold. Community. Connection. Love. Still, at the end, private pain. Our own cold. … Continue reading Chill
by Alison Stone