Monthly Archives: December 2007

The Difference in Seasonal Light as Seen in a Semi-precious Stone

Posted on December 19, 2007 by randomyriad

Opal Opaque Mystery radiant Reality in a jar on the top shelf Flying is the only option My coin the same as hers 14 years later A fish frozen curved on the air A town under a snowy mountain Shadow … Continue reading →

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Her Dark Furnishings

Posted on December 18, 2007 by randomyriad

On a naked hill Above a shamble of bone built huts, She plays at chores in a well-lit palace, open to the dim world. she moves about in there rearranging her dark-polished furnishings in patterns of arabesque logic. Everyone below … Continue reading →

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A Woman of the River Ocean

Posted on December 16, 2007 by randomyriad

I am feeling with delicate fingers among the eel grass in the fine white sand at the bottom of the river ocean raising dusty billows in bright airy water for a part of me I never lost. There is a … Continue reading →

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Chiarioscuro

Posted on December 15, 2007 by randomyriad

Splash of angel light, her face pushed forward, body leaning, close, breathing deep magnetic corruption in through open nostrils. The angled spirit congealed, bloody on her pillow, one arm raised flame against obsidian illusion glass labyrinth working Through stretch and … Continue reading →

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Two Worlds/One Door

Posted on December 15, 2007 by randomyriad

I rinsed out / two worlds A cereal bowl / open into (someone else’s) / myself left crumbs of / locked inside crusty cereal / except all around the sink / pouring forth for Mary to / when I find. … Continue reading →

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