"For some who write
memory is a stone in their shoe,
for some a stone in the pocket,
for some a stone in the heart,"

" A familiar rubber grip, ink jetting black across
          what once was a tree, perhaps pine. But I know
                             as the gravel cracks and stones suffer under
the stress of tons, my time with almost silence has ended."

The Bully
Sharon Larsen

"She pulls a cheesecake
from her pocket,
slices it with her finger,
swallows half,"