Tag Archives: Dreams

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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A Woman of the River Ocean

Posted on December 16, 2007 by randomyriad

I am feeling with delicate fingers among the eel grass in the fine white sand at the bottom of the river ocean raising dusty billows in bright airy water for a part of me I never lost. There is a … 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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7 things you may or may not want to know about me.

Posted on December 5, 2007 by randomyriad

I have been very busy catching up on the things I did not do last month because I was writing, but now I am back and ready to write everyday. Thanks to Ms. Moonbeam, who tagged me, I have a … Continue reading →

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Its All in the Cards: NaNoWriMo Excerpt

Posted on November 30, 2007 by randomyriad

They all walked back to the house in a group. Small things were tossed of shelves. Stereo was on the floor, but the house seemed perfectly sound and there were no broken widows or shifted door frames. So Emmylou put … Continue reading →

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