Category Archives: poetry

April Poems 2020 #1: Loss and Leaving

Posted on April 1, 2020 by randomyriad

TODAY, ANOTHER UNIVERSE by Jane Hirshfield The arborist has determined: senescence      beetles      canker quickened by drought but in any case not prunable   not treatable   not to be propped. And so. The branch from which the sharp-shinned hawks and their mate-cries. The trunk where the … Continue reading →

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3 Pieces from a Journal from 6/2018

Posted on March 11, 2020 by randomyriad

Things Occur to Me Moment by Moment   elliptical fan distortion rippling  the surface but touching nothing deeper than  gliding fish feel not  the least disturbed inches  under the surface, unknowing the peril from above, claws or oxygen in too … Continue reading →

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3 Ways to Master the Beat

Posted on February 23, 2020 by randomyriad

     

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From This Threshold, Take a Little Step

Posted on January 1, 2020 by randomyriad

Whoever you are: some evening take a step out of your house, which you know so well. Enormous space is near, your house lies where it begins, whoever you are… The world is immense… Rainer Maria Rilke   Leonora Carrington, … Continue reading →

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No Dress Rehearsal

Posted on December 23, 2019 by randomyriad

    The head of the year The moon is dark tonight, a new moon for a new year. It is hollow and hungers to be full. It is the black zero of beginning. Now you must void yourself of … Continue reading →

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