Author Archives: randomyriad

Dreams of Last October

Posted on October 8, 2012 by randomyriad

10/3/11 I am playing football with women wearing long blood-red dresses. They slide and leap, run and catch, laughing and sprawling about without worries about rules or keeping score. 10/4 In the long hall I supervise the rearranging of beds … Continue reading →

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I Will Write What I Will Write How I Will Write It.

Posted on October 5, 2012 by randomyriad

Keep going pen moving words no syllables forming no screaming rage only Scratching, dead and does not move making the illusion of life pass away. We travel into the spotlight sunset raving and looning extravagant claims on the never arriving … Continue reading →

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A Little Distance and a Lot of Focus = A Bit of Light and Hope

Posted on September 15, 2012 by randomyriad

It’s easy to talk about bad years if they are past.  But when you have to say who you are right at this very moment, it’s hard to get more out than an uneasy silence.    Herta Muller from the … Continue reading →

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The Question of The Day

Posted on September 5, 2012 by randomyriad

Why keep going when it makes no sense, when the pain is all pervasive and inescapable and not the kind that I can take a pill for that leaves me conscious? Why get up in the morning? Why go to … Continue reading →

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Century #24: Arrival

Posted on August 19, 2012 by randomyriad

From the journal of Ryan Tucker River Bend Academy of Art 8/21/1982   I have arrived, and settled into my room, which is small just big enough for an old military style metal bunk with a thin mattress and a … Continue reading →

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