Category Archives: Other peoples words

Darkness Can Be illuminating

Posted on November 25, 2020 by randomyriad

“Black has depth . . .you can go into it. And you start seeing what your afraid of. You start seeing what you love, and it becomes like a dream.” “Don’t fight the darkness. Don’t even worry about the darkness. … Continue reading →

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A Universe in Every Mind

Posted on October 15, 2020 by randomyriad

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realizeThe stars are words and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words,and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am,whether in … Continue reading →

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That Time When Adrian Belew Was Everywhere With Everyone Who Was Anyone, Singing and Making Weird and Wonderful Guitar Sounds.

Posted on October 7, 2020 by randomyriad
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Chiaroscuro Visions

Posted on October 2, 2020 by randomyriad

The Uses of Sorrow  (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness. It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift. Mary Oliver

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Palabras/Words: Poems in Spanish Translated to English #8

Posted on September 28, 2020 by randomyriad

The Teller of Tales  When I’m walking, everythingon earth gets upand stops me and whispers to me,and what they tell me is their story. And the people walkingon the road leave me their stories,I pick them up where they fellin … Continue reading →

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