Category Archives: visions from the dark side

Trudging Through January.

Posted on January 13, 2008 by randomyriad

I have to say I have had better weeks. The winter is beginning to sink into my bones with damp and chill weighing heavily on me. All the sky does right now is seep and leak cold water and wet … Continue reading →

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Her Dark Furnishings

Posted on December 18, 2007 by randomyriad

On a naked hill Above a shamble of bone built huts, She plays at chores in a well-lit palace, open to the dim world. she moves about in there rearranging her dark-polished furnishings in patterns of arabesque logic. Everyone below … Continue reading →

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Chiarioscuro

Posted on December 15, 2007 by randomyriad

Splash of angel light, her face pushed forward, body leaning, close, breathing deep magnetic corruption in through open nostrils. The angled spirit congealed, bloody on her pillow, one arm raised flame against obsidian illusion glass labyrinth working Through stretch and … Continue reading →

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Dark Dreams From the Real World

Posted on October 27, 2007 by randomyriad

Yesterday I saw George W., The Decider (because that’s what he does), talking on tv. He was telling everyone how evil the present government in Cuba is (why anyone would believe anything this man says anymore is beyond me). Supposedly … Continue reading →

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I am the Dreamer Dreamed

Posted on October 23, 2007 by randomyriad

I woke up sweating and terrified from a dream in which all the multitude of things hanging by a thread in my life came crashing down. In the last scene I was walking through a hall looking for a woman … Continue reading →

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