Category Archives: poetry

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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May Travels Like a Poem Through Me/ Journal Entries of May 2012: Part 2

Posted on December 20, 2012 by randomyriad

5/17 Two Poems:             1.     Braided Leather Belt Belted braid beer belly Jelly jar Incandescent light bulb hub cap slab Mud blood bedbug meat slug Slag bag big box hardware sign  sapling thrasher smashing slasher lush mush bushwhacker blush … Continue reading →

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May Travels Like a Poem Through Me/ Journal Entries from May 2012: Part 1

Posted on December 19, 2012 by randomyriad

5/1 Dream Scenes: I I skateboard up the hill past families slowly walking up in the twilight from the Van’s market car-less parking lot where two ghost, one tall and one small, stand faintly glowing. A thin, brown faced woman … Continue reading →

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April Thoughts: A Dream, Some Commentary, and A Poem

Posted on December 10, 2012 by randomyriad

4/27/12 Dream: I am the head of a family in which everyone is running for president. I am trying to lead them in ways of wisdom. “In the next few minutes there will be a wasp trapped in a spider’s … Continue reading →

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By the Way, We Are All Worm Food in the End. Just Sayin.

Posted on December 4, 2012 by randomyriad

Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull by George Gordon Byron   Start not-nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, … Continue reading →

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