Small Stone : 9

all the male eyes are warm and brown and the females stare out of sharpness, blue

I wish it was summer and I was playing badminton like this ...

Small Stone : 8

the little girl's hair
hangs in a question mark;
I cannot answer

Small Stone : 7

I cut your hair and reveal your chicken pox scar, moon crater; reminder of your wet-eyed discomfort.

Small Stone: 6

The two year old child carefully picks up each bead he spilt in his sister's room; the blue ones first.

Small Stone: 5

Three clocks tick when stood at the threshold of the home, one, two, three, none of them in time.

Rose Red

My favourite fairytale.