Category Archives: Fiction

Each Life a Snowflake in a Blizzard.

Posted on May 18, 2011 by randomyriad

“Politicians and rulers are not the makers of events, but their puppets:” “It seems to me that we do not know nearly enough about ourselves; that we do not often enough wonder if our lives, or some events and times … Continue reading →

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Doris Lessing Wrote Science Fiction?

Posted on April 26, 2011 by randomyriad

Yes, and she did it very well. I just finished the first volume of Doris Lessing‘s Canopus in Argos: Archives series. It is an astounding work of imagination combined with some insightful critical commentary on modern society, as well as … Continue reading →

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Century #6: The Tower on the Beach

Posted on February 8, 2011 by randomyriad

This is a dream I have had many times starting just after the accident. I am on a beach. Breakers crash to one side and sand dunes fold into the distance inland. A square tower stands about 100 feet from … Continue reading →

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Century #5: The Fly in the Basement

Posted on February 6, 2011 by randomyriad

11/7/1988 I have to turn on the light now as darkness has come into my basement office. This is where I write. The silhouettes of trees stand against the last gray background of this long wet day. It is autumn … Continue reading →

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Century #4: The Drop Off

Posted on February 3, 2011 by randomyriad

Girl Abandoned 4/17/1986 It was 4:56 am  on a Sunday under a black sky with grey patches. Snow lay in smudges with grass poking out here and there. Next to the snow is a road winding up into the hills … Continue reading →

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