Author Archives: randomyriad

September 2011: Suddenly Everything is Put in Motion

Posted on February 12, 2012 by randomyriad

In September I embarked on a  new career path to become Physical Therapist Assistant. With the help of a worker retraining grant, I enrolled in prerequisite courses. It was a huge step for me after 25 years as an early … Continue reading →

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Winterlines

Posted on February 8, 2012 by randomyriad
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Dissection and Construction: Two Imaginary drawings

Posted on January 31, 2012 by randomyriad

Dissection I Last week we started dissecting cats in my anatomy and physiology class. I was nervous about cutting into a kitty, even a dead and preserved one, but it turned out to be more like preparing meat than anything … Continue reading →

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Cinema as Poetry: Araya and Reveron

Posted on January 30, 2012 by randomyriad

  I just experienced Reveron and Araya, the only two films made by Venezuelan director Margot Benecerraf. An amazing combination of poetry, music and images, they both are framed in the daily cycle of light to dramatize very different subjects. … Continue reading →

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The End of August: 2 Dreams, 3 Poems and Some Things in Between.

Posted on January 18, 2012 by randomyriad

8/9   Dream: From the dirt road,  I steer a car sliding into the drive sideways. As it slows I leap from the seat. Hearing my daughter’s cries echo deep from a half-full pale, I pull her out. Her head disfigured, … Continue reading →

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