Tag Archives: Dreams

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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Nature Does Not Keep Business Hours

Posted on October 22, 2008 by randomyriad

Last night my sleep was torn apart by a bright light that came through my closed eyelids and a cracking rumble that finished the demolition of my slumbers. But, that was it, just the one burst and the hissing rattle … Continue reading →

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2 poems that happened today

Posted on July 4, 2008 by randomyriad

Summer Storm Day All night the storm grumbled around Lightning flickered through my eyelids With one tremendous crack-rumble ripping me out of loose sleep into the misty dripping dark in the morning my basement office cool gray light filtered through … Continue reading →

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A Long Not So Bad Week

Posted on January 20, 2008 by randomyriad

Although I am still encrusted in the gloom of winter, things don’t look as bad after another long week. My attitude is definitely improving even though the weather is not. I had a dream about planning a parade with a … Continue reading →

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Poems from Preschool World

Posted on January 10, 2008 by randomyriad

The Dream Artist as a Preschool Teacher There is a place Where a line of tall eucalyptus trees Stand in twilight. A path runs along beside them. Somewhere near is a park with a wooden game Where you put a … Continue reading →

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