Category Archives: paying attention

If You Can Dance on the Wind, the Fall is not so Bad

Posted on July 22, 2008 by randomyriad

We flew our kite at school today and the wind took it high into the blue. It shone bright yellow and the green of new spring leaves with a tail the color of fire. the kite spun and danced in … Continue reading →

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another experiment in combined images

Posted on July 21, 2008 by randomyriad

Death and decay are necessary parts of the process of life and creation and rebirth.

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This Should Be More About Me

Posted on July 19, 2008 by randomyriad

  I realized this morning that I hadn’t just written about my life in a while, and it seems as though when I ignore that aspect of my writing, I begin to lose track of the flow of my life. … Continue reading →

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Three Poems Written A While Ago

Posted on July 5, 2008 by randomyriad

Delicate Dance The balance is the beauty, each part moving freely and yet affecting each other part, compensating to retain the center. If the form is awkward, the movements must wobble. Thus perfection mars the balance and brings the structure … Continue reading →

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2 poems that happened today

Posted on July 4, 2008 by randomyriad

Summer Storm Day All night the storm grumbled around Lightning flickered through my eyelids With one tremendous crack-rumble ripping me out of loose sleep into the misty dripping dark in the morning my basement office cool gray light filtered through … Continue reading →

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