Tag Archives: Mindworks

Personal Event Horizon

Posted on February 18, 2014 by randomyriad

I came here to tell you that I have no comments prepared on the new direction my case has taken  at the present moment. I stand mute With my empty dialogue bubble And stare vacuously into inchoate mass of unrelenting ambiguous … Continue reading →

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We Are All Strangers, We Are All Learning to Be Human: Short Fiction by Miranda July

Posted on February 17, 2014 by randomyriad

I just finished reading “No one belongs here more than you” by Miranda July. These stories, written in a naïve style much like Richard Brautigan but with Raymond Carver’s perceptive gaze, are about the desperation and exasperation of isolated human beings, as … Continue reading →

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The Wilderness Inside

Posted on January 2, 2014 by randomyriad

  the wilderness inside There is no escaping the wild.  It is everywhere, in cars and in airplanes at 40,000 feet. Inside my head are vines of forgotten jungles And microbes more ancient than the first people.   The wild … Continue reading →

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Stranded

Posted on December 28, 2013 by randomyriad

  Stranded follow strands through a mess of twine, All connected and intricate beyond understanding Even less than a day smoothly wound on the skein, Miracle if it happens, So many loose threads moving in so many ways. Vibrating, Twisting, … Continue reading →

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Inspiration Means Breathing In

Posted on October 18, 2013 by randomyriad

“I don’t know about you, but my right-now life is laden with reality: bills, the 9-to-5 (necessary to pay said bills), the leaden thing that weighs on everyone at said 9-to-5 (making them mean and me mean), family, the failures … Continue reading →

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