Tag Archives: Mindworks

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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Traveling by Telephone Time Warp

Posted on October 24, 2008 by randomyriad

I picked up the phone. I could tell it was Bev right away. She has a nasal, Judy Holiday kind of voice, though not exactly. “Hello this is Bev,” She always sounds a little tentative on the phone as if … Continue reading →

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Monkey King File Folder

Posted on October 22, 2008 by randomyriad

I was having a talk with my friend Zachary. He’s 5 years old. We were talking about tails and how it would be cool to have a tail so you could hang in a tree and eat a snack. It … 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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Dream Owls at Dawn

Posted on October 21, 2008 by randomyriad

The gentle hoo-hoo of owls echoes through my dream forest growing closer and closer then passing I wake to hear them moving off fading into the edges of dawn on silent wings.

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