Category Archives: Wild Life

Aranansi #8: Green Tom

Posted on August 29, 2010 by randomyriad

February 08, 2010, 19:58 I was moving about in the workshop taking apart one thing and putting together another when Morris squawked loudly, awakening from an uneasy dream. Dreaming isn’t ever very easy in this city. It is more like … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #5: Walk on the Wild Side

Posted on August 26, 2010 by randomyriad

January 18, 2010, 15:48 “Where am I going? It can only be the end of the world.” Arthur Rimbaud Sometimes I get the urge to walk out on the wild edges of the city. Yesterday afternoon was one of those … Continue reading →

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Elephant Tracks: A Quote Inspired Poem

Posted on January 24, 2010 by randomyriad

“Elephant tracks! They were all around my tent this morning. There must have been several.”* This sounds perfectly reasonable to me. For most of my life I have been waking up to elephant tracks. I never hear or see any … Continue reading →

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Walking in the Sideways Rain

Posted on January 3, 2010 by randomyriad

Yesterday I walked down the hill to the lake. Rain like frozen sand pelted my face at times driven by the fierce wind. But, I noticed that after a while the noise, cold and wet ceased to be negative just … Continue reading →

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A 15 Minute Poem

Posted on December 7, 2009 by randomyriad

This is a 15 minute poem, an idea from this intriguing blog. A Cold Walk at the Lake The Air is dry and no white condensation billows out of our mouths as we talk Hunched in our layers trudging at … Continue reading →

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