Tag Archives: My Life

Pale Green Pants and Mad Poets: My Summer Literature

Posted on June 21, 2009 by randomyriad

Summer Teaching I have started full time at my summer job of keeping my little friends busy and safe. All I have to do is pay attention and go with their flow, and all is well. No paper workjust being … Continue reading →

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TV Guide Poetry and Classroom Notes

Posted on June 14, 2009 by randomyriad

Hot Vampires in Love The TV Guide shouted above the conveyor carrying my groceries to the supermarket checker. Suddenly I missed Warren Zevon. Only he could write this song.   Note #1:  On Teasing I had a large group of … Continue reading →

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A Quantam for the Mechanics

Posted on June 6, 2009 by randomyriad

This old German mule is off to the junk yard. It has sputtered and wheezed its way through the last 2 years, held together with duck tape, spit and prayers. In the ice and snow of December it finally refused … Continue reading →

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The Way Things Are Around Here

Posted on June 1, 2009 by randomyriad

We are all holding up pretty well, although Mary has a rough couple of weeks coming up and is ready to be done for the summer now. She will do just fine though. My youngest son cruises as always as … Continue reading →

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The Lost World of Fiction

Posted on May 26, 2009 by randomyriad

I have not been able to find that mystical space where I find stories. It is lost in the fog of long hours of work and no silence, of dreams interrupted by my alarm at 6:00 in the morning. It … Continue reading →

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