Tag Archives: Mindworks

A Quote, A Bit of New Story, and A Dream Haiku

Posted on June 23, 2008 by randomyriad

“The important arguments are the ones you have with yourself.” William Butler Yeats Out In the Rain Minter stood in the rain. The gate in front of her was closed, iron bars set like pain against the green garden inside. … Continue reading →

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Running into The Future

Posted on June 15, 2008 by randomyriad

The jibber-jabber of hidden teeth Sketched on the wall of a bright winter day Has led them all away Into a land where nothing stays. I lay on the sidewalk, A sucked and spat out Cherry pit, With still some … Continue reading →

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A Walk with the Dog

Posted on March 25, 2008 by randomyriad

We reach the top of the little hill through the muddy forest suddenly noticing the heron still, silhouetted by the green-brown pool reflecting the sun the “croaaak” of a frog echoes. At my intake of breath shadow wings spread pushing … Continue reading →

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Look for the Light, Listen for the Song

Posted on March 17, 2008 by randomyriad

Here is something to try in the world as you go through it. If a person annoys you or seems out of sorts, think this, “You have a light. You have a song.” And ask yourself, “Can I help them … Continue reading →

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No Transient Pulse

Posted on March 11, 2008 by randomyriad

A dark cloud of pain, she swept in disturbing the rhythm of the current leaving eddies swirling ghosts with open mouths yawning Her body shrinking in knots of fury The child, I released into that storm was immediately lost in … Continue reading →

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