Mary Bone

I could stay lost in some other country,where nobody could find me.I could stay lost in the forests of time,listening as acorns droppedfrom trees with the leaves during fall.I would listen quietly to the birds singing.They would wonder why I invaded their privacy.I could drift like the snow,out of control, piling upfinally melting into astream of water,blending in with the … [Read more...] about I Could Stay Lost, By: Mary Bone

The mimic conforms,turning around,doing an about face.He changes colors,while pretending to besomething he isn't. … [Read more...] about The Mimic, By: Mary Bone

The prayer mats were unfolded,as a bright light filled the room.The Lord's grace filled this place.Heads were bowedgiving thanks,for the food and endless blessings. … [Read more...] about Prayer Mats, By: Mary Bone

Boombox blaringdown the street,dancing to the music-shuffling our feet.Boom box tied to my bikerolling down hills,I ride, ride, ride. … [Read more...] about Boom Box, By: Mary Bone

I rode my horseacross the margins,dust was flying all around.My journey was just beginning,when I landed on the footnotesof my imagination. … [Read more...] about Across The Margins, By: Mary Bone