Category Archives: poetry

Time Travel Interview Part II

Posted on September 2, 2013 by randomyriad

In Which I answer the last 18 questions posed by Marcel Proust’s aunt to the 14 year-old Proust. I gotta say these are pretty tough questions for a 14 year-old. I know if my aunt asked me these questions when … Continue reading →

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A Song That Sang Itself to Me Using Leonard Cohen’s Voice

Posted on July 28, 2013 by randomyriad

Mangle of Insipid Arthropods Eaten Ever by Night with reticulated majesty breaks my flight and lets me down macabre tragedy sets my wheels on fire and drives me to the edge of sound I spit out all the glass and … Continue reading →

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Love in the Complex World

Posted on July 11, 2013 by randomyriad

  I want to learn this:   for I am mad with    devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth. Walt Whitman, Excelsior I wonder if it is possible. I think I remember coming close a few times … Continue reading →

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A Few Foolish Things

Posted on July 1, 2013 by randomyriad

“I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.” – Steven Wright Even at the time When my father lay dying I still kept farting. Composed by Yamazaki Sokan /Translated by Donald Keene A poem I … Continue reading →

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A Quote, A Poem, and A Very Short Story

Posted on June 23, 2013 by randomyriad

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is what we have not sufficiently desired. —Nikos Kazantzakis New Summer I stayed late to fix the gate on the first eve of summer I … Continue reading →

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