Category Archives: Being Human

April Poem #2

Posted on April 3, 2019 by randomyriad

End of the Day In the long evening of April through the cool light          Baille’s two sheep dogs sail down the lane like magpies for the flock a moment before he appears near the oaks   … Continue reading →

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Coffee Shop 7 am Last Day of January Just Before the Rain

Posted on February 2, 2019 by randomyriad

People talk so much about the small bits of minutia as if the details of life matter. Tomorrow it will be another little thing to talk about. I feel like a tired old man when I talk like that, but … Continue reading →

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Teachable Moments

Posted on January 27, 2019 by randomyriad

When your simple well planned lesson goes off the rails, that is when the real teaching begins. This is like a composite of some of my weirder preschool circle time moments. Just when you think you’ve tactfully navigated the woods … Continue reading →

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A Sense of Possibility

Posted on January 22, 2019 by randomyriad

From Robert Musil, The Man Without Qualities If there is a sense of reality, and no one will doubt that it has its justification for existing, then there must also be something we can call a sense of possibility. Whoever … Continue reading →

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Last night I dreamed Roy Rogers died…

Posted on November 19, 2018 by randomyriad

Originally posted on The First Gates:
Roy Rogers was my first boyhood hero. For a time, around the age of three or four, I refused to answer to “Morgan,” insisting that my parents call me Roy. Me as Roy, probably…

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