Category Archives: Of the Road and The River

Navagating by Dream Compass in the Urban Wilderness

Posted on October 25, 2008 by randomyriad

As I waited at a red light, my attention was captured by a man wobbling to a strange rhythm. His clothes and flesh under the clothes hung uncomfortably on his bones, sagging here and there as he tottered toward the … Continue reading →

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A Poem of Sudden Summer

Posted on July 11, 2008 by randomyriad

Tilt It all starts with a loss of balance Tipping arms waving to and fro Silliness of a dizzy dream Screaming, streaming madness The desire grows bursting Out of my ears Through my nostrils To the outside world I feed … Continue reading →

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Peace is a Place

Posted on July 2, 2008 by randomyriad

Watch as you step there will be a place to put your feet Somewhere between the sun and moon a star will shine Mount your horse of water raise your cup into the circle sky the path will be clear … Continue reading →

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A Quote, A Bit of New Story, and A Dream Haiku

Posted on June 23, 2008 by randomyriad

“The important arguments are the ones you have with yourself.” William Butler Yeats Out In the Rain Minter stood in the rain. The gate in front of her was closed, iron bars set like pain against the green garden inside. … Continue reading →

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Monday Night NaNoWriMo Excerpt

Posted on November 27, 2007 by randomyriad

All The Sparkling Fishes In the Stream That night in Essie’s room a forest grew and became the world all around. It was a forest like the one on the Orinoco. She went down to get water from the stream … Continue reading →

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