Category Archives: House and home

There’s no day like a snow day

Posted on January 30, 2008 by randomyriad

A catchy title for a pretty boring-ass day. There is more ice than snow now as the rain is starting to freeze a little. The sounds of horror drift down from upstairs as my children entertain themselves with scary movies. … Continue reading →

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Peaceful, Easy Christmas

Posted on December 26, 2007 by randomyriad

We had a peaceful and stress free Christmas this year. Around our house this is a major breakthrough. Usually Mary is melting down with stress, but since she quit her job at the church, she has a new perspective on … Continue reading →

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Her Dark Furnishings

Posted on December 18, 2007 by randomyriad

On a naked hill Above a shamble of bone built huts, She plays at chores in a well-lit palace, open to the dim world. she moves about in there rearranging her dark-polished furnishings in patterns of arabesque logic. Everyone below … Continue reading →

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Today’s Poem Is Brought to You by Sunday Telemarketing

Posted on December 9, 2007 by randomyriad

The Household Body “Can I speak with the head of the house?” The Telemarketer asked. I thought: Do houses have heads, and can you speak with them? “No,” I said. But then I thought: If a person is the head, … Continue reading →

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Today’s NaNoWriMo Excerpt Rough and Off the Cuff

Posted on November 17, 2007 by randomyriad

Emmylou Finegold moved with steady grace up the walk to the old farmhouse that used to be the main building of a school and before that a farmhouse of a retired police chief of San Jose. Her hair was long … Continue reading →

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