Author Archives: randomyriad

White Elephant

Posted on April 7, 2014 by randomyriad

After so many years, You gave me back my Heart, and I have no place to keep it. What can I do with it? Like hands when  public speaking, how do I perform my daily tasks with a nervous heart … Continue reading →

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Shine

Posted on March 9, 2014 by randomyriad

In the backroom, through the trees Light is falling from the sun  Down the wind, clowns roll moaning Manic roosters on the run Madly Leaping, talons emblazoned At their shadows, madly Crowing growing larger in the lateness soon to be winging on there way  … Continue reading →

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Personal Event Horizon

Posted on February 18, 2014 by randomyriad

I came here to tell you that I have no comments prepared on the new direction my case has taken  at the present moment. I stand mute With my empty dialogue bubble And stare vacuously into inchoate mass of unrelenting ambiguous … Continue reading →

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We Are All Strangers, We Are All Learning to Be Human: Short Fiction by Miranda July

Posted on February 17, 2014 by randomyriad

I just finished reading “No one belongs here more than you” by Miranda July. These stories, written in a naïve style much like Richard Brautigan but with Raymond Carver’s perceptive gaze, are about the desperation and exasperation of isolated human beings, as … Continue reading →

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Stumbing Over This and Landing On That

Posted on February 2, 2014 by randomyriad

For the last year and who knows how long before I have been floundering around trying to figure out what the heck I will do with the chunk of life, I have left to live here in the wilderness of … Continue reading →

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