Tag Archives: Mindworks

Midwinter

Posted on February 4, 2008 by randomyriad

A fine, white dust of snow Scattered on the glass table outside the kitchen window Winter’s presence fading buds begin to show on the early trees Spring more than a month away struggles for a foothold on Winter’s slippery perch … Continue reading →

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I Wake Up and Turn On the Light + Preschool Fairy Tales

Posted on February 3, 2008 by randomyriad

I Feeling My Way Through Winter I have been lulled into a drowsy scattered lethargy by weather, minor illness, and the petty nagging boring irritations of trying to live a life without adequate funding. I am waking myself yet again. … 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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Three Poems From My Natural Science Period

Posted on January 9, 2008 by randomyriad

Twenty Years Ago In the heavy forest, My skin bordered the sky, Played with it, Wings probing, Noticing, Eyes turned on themselves. In between I was unprepared, Whirled from almost every year Back to that object of finding gaze And … Continue reading →

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