Monthly Archives: March 2018

A Map to the Next World

Posted on March 25, 2018 by randomyriad

By Joy Harjo In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map for those who would climb through the hole in the sky.  My only tools were the desires of humans as they emerged from … Continue reading →

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A Dust Devil on Mars and Other Weather Closer To Home.

Posted on March 15, 2018 by randomyriad

27-May-2005 Spirit’s Wind-Driven Traveler on Mars (Spirit Sol 486) Movie clip: GIF (6 MB) | Quick Time (1.8 MB) A dust devil spins across the surface of Gusev Crater just before noon on Mars. NASA’s Spirit rover took the series of images … Continue reading →

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Cattails After Rain

Posted on March 13, 2018 by randomyriad
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These are the Good Old Days

Posted on March 4, 2018 by randomyriad

Wait until now becomes then, then you will see how happy we were. Paraphrased from Susan Sontag, Unguided Tour  

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2 Poems from February Leaking into March

Posted on March 3, 2018 by randomyriad

 Transportation I ride your bicycle hands,   backwards through the dark , reversed and inverted the wheel magnetized to a grid of printed instructions for unfolding origami lines  rolled balancing, over hills of rags and bags, tottering stagger plunged  and battered into muddy pulp compacted … Continue reading →

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