Category Archives: thinking in words

The Wilderness Inside

Posted on January 2, 2014 by randomyriad

  the wilderness inside There is no escaping the wild.  It is everywhere, in cars and in airplanes at 40,000 feet. Inside my head are vines of forgotten jungles And microbes more ancient than the first people.   The wild … Continue reading →

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Stranded

Posted on December 28, 2013 by randomyriad

  Stranded follow strands through a mess of twine, All connected and intricate beyond understanding Even less than a day smoothly wound on the skein, Miracle if it happens, So many loose threads moving in so many ways. Vibrating, Twisting, … Continue reading →

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Inspiration Means Breathing In

Posted on October 18, 2013 by randomyriad

“I don’t know about you, but my right-now life is laden with reality: bills, the 9-to-5 (necessary to pay said bills), the leaden thing that weighs on everyone at said 9-to-5 (making them mean and me mean), family, the failures … Continue reading →

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Three Unconnected Thoughts Written Down Today at Various Times

Posted on September 22, 2013 by randomyriad

#1  Today the sun and clouds decorate the sky with sculptures of water, ice, and floating particles. A gentle breeze, like a lazy curator in a sky-sized gallery, sifts through the day, moving the pieces about here and there. I … Continue reading →

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Understanding The Neighbors, Human and Otherwise

Posted on September 20, 2013 by randomyriad

I am living in my art studio. Things that I made hang about, and make music as I move around. Just behind my little room is a pen where two goats and many chickens live. They sing to me about … Continue reading →

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