Monthly Archives: November 2012

November Visitor

Posted on November 19, 2012 by randomyriad

Bee buzzing  at the backdoor glass Riding my shoe Flies out into the wet garden I was thinking of a Jethro Tull song as the first line came to me. I’ll let you guess which one.

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Thoughts Written on A Church Program on the Twenty-fifth Sunday after Pentecost

Posted on November 19, 2012 by randomyriad

People are people everywhere not good or bad just trying to survive. Some try to connect across the infinite divide of solitude. Most fail. Some are never given a chance to connect and are thrown aside in disdain. Some are … Continue reading →

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A Work in Progress #5: Somewhere East of the City

Posted on November 6, 2012 by randomyriad

As I was not able to meet my friend the next day, I remember a conversation with a shaggy young grad student who had cornered me at an informal literary  function. “Man, you gotta get out in the country around … Continue reading →

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Work in Progress #4: Failure of Memory

Posted on November 5, 2012 by randomyriad

My friend stirs her drink some more, staring at the straw blankly. “They got us to Switzerland in ’39. I was 7 years old,” she says still looking at the straw. “My sister says by that time I was accompanying … Continue reading →

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Work in Progress #3: A Circle of Dreams Part II

Posted on November 4, 2012 by randomyriad

Standing in the brilliant cold sun, I grip the large golden ball of the door knob and twist. It is locked. The voice of a man speaking with care comes from behind me. “I know you asked for a pink … Continue reading →

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