Author Archives: randomyriad

Aranansi #8: Green Tom

Posted on August 29, 2010 by randomyriad

February 08, 2010, 19:58 I was moving about in the workshop taking apart one thing and putting together another when Morris squawked loudly, awakening from an uneasy dream. Dreaming isn’t ever very easy in this city. It is more like … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #7: The Best Place to Rest

Posted on August 28, 2010 by randomyriad

January 25, 2010, 21:48 I went by the old mansion. There was a sign on the gate “BEWARE THE BULL”. I peeked over the fence and there he was placidly chewing grass. Miranda was draped over his back asleep, her … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #6: An Evening at Dudley’s

Posted on August 27, 2010 by randomyriad

January 20, 2010, 22:33 I exited the park and crossed the old wooden bridge over Meadow Creek, which was now a respectable size, to Banfree’s Island, a neighborhood of many songs and languages. Dudley’s  neighborhood. It is a place of … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #5: Walk on the Wild Side

Posted on August 26, 2010 by randomyriad

January 18, 2010, 15:48 “Where am I going? It can only be the end of the world.” Arthur Rimbaud Sometimes I get the urge to walk out on the wild edges of the city. Yesterday afternoon was one of those … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #3: Miro in the Well (A Bach Fugue?)

Posted on August 25, 2010 by randomyriad

January 10, 2010, 12:34 A couple of days ago, I was walking next to my young friend, Miro. We were crossing a large field of dry grass. I looked at the line of distant mountains on the horizon just over … Continue reading →

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