Category Archives: time travel

Where Do the Summer People Go?

Posted on April 7, 2009 by randomyriad

A pastel pink pump on a porch where people gather around a heater. Ed comes up guided by a man who lives in the house. Big, slow Ed,  black bearded and gentle, easy with a laugh, slouching from couch to … Continue reading →

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Soaking in the Long Ago Sun

Posted on November 1, 2008 by randomyriad

Today, on this cold, wet autumn day, I will sit with my back against the rough bark of the dark tree in the golden light and let the waves of late summer heat flow into me from the past. I … Continue reading →

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A Road, A Tree, A Room of Bright Questions

Posted on October 30, 2008 by randomyriad

There is a lone tree in the middle of a rolling meadow of amber dry grass next to a dirt road that leads to an old gold rush town in the foothills of California. The tree is a bare black … Continue reading →

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Navagating by Dream Compass in the Urban Wilderness

Posted on October 25, 2008 by randomyriad

As I waited at a red light, my attention was captured by a man wobbling to a strange rhythm. His clothes and flesh under the clothes hung uncomfortably on his bones, sagging here and there as he tottered toward the … Continue reading →

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Traveling by Telephone Time Warp

Posted on October 24, 2008 by randomyriad

I picked up the phone. I could tell it was Bev right away. She has a nasal, Judy Holiday kind of voice, though not exactly. “Hello this is Bev,” She always sounds a little tentative on the phone as if … Continue reading →

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