Author Archives: randomyriad

Capturing Light: Investigations of Color in Words, Music and Images #2

Posted on May 30, 2018 by randomyriad

Shades of Blue BLUES Scotch Blue, is Berlin blue, mixed with a considerable portion of velvet black, a very little grey, and a slight tinge of carmine red. Prussian Blue, is Berlin blue, with a considerable portion of velvet black, … Continue reading →

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Capturing Light: Investigations of Color in Words, Music and Images #1

Posted on May 23, 2018 by randomyriad

The green park in winter. The snow fell lightly as the footsteps of children. The snow lay masking the trim pathways, shrouding the trodden grass, the snow as far as one could see, on the housetops, on the trees. The … Continue reading →

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Moonlight Field Trip

Posted on May 13, 2018 by randomyriad

I made a decision to let the vampires and zombies out for the night. I was concerned that they might cause mischief, but I was more worried that they might be mistreated by nervous and fearful people abroad in the … Continue reading →

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Go Blind Today Already: 3 Poems by Paul Celan

Posted on April 30, 2018 by randomyriad

From Breathturn Go Blind Today already eternity too is full of eyes — Where in drowns, what helped the images over the path they came, Where in expires, what took you out of  language with a gesture that you let … Continue reading →

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Another April Poem

Posted on April 29, 2018 by randomyriad

A Drift Everything then was falling apart and coming together simultaneously, situations bleeding noiselessly, the saturation of  wicking colors through beige fibers suddenly impacted by  metal and glass screaming to a halt bodies flying in all directions trying to land … Continue reading →

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