A Satirical Review by Michael Stone.

A Poem by Michael Stone Naked In the Window Breathing easily in, nighttime shatters any notions I had of myself as starchild. Look at the...

A Reflection by Michael Stone “… & memory strives to augment his ruthfulness …” - William Blake, The Four Zoas: Night the Eighth We...

A poem by Michael Stone The Blackbird's Name is Anne A screen door whaps and the old man drowses a last cup of coffee alone. A...

A Poem by Michael Stone When We’re Tired When I hang up my coat I don’t want to die. Flowers shed rain, even halos of petals. The van...

By Michael Stone Love and war are both marked by obsession, brutality, jealousy and pride, mirroring each other indefinitely. You wonder...

Stone braids together the commonalities of a contemporary video game–Dark Souls–and a childhood spent in the church. by Michael Stone...

Can meditation cure anxiety? An exploration on the art of waiting and wading through one's worries. Written by Michael Stone What does...