Tag Archives: My Life

Pizza Store Window at Sunset

Posted on October 23, 2008 by randomyriad

Thin and sharp, her silhouette moved against the sun’s sinking glare through the pizza store window. “Oh, honey look what you made me do!” she announced, bending to pick up the pile of napkins as the red light caught her … 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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The Effect of Light in Amsterdam on My Childhood

Posted on October 19, 2008 by randomyriad

I was thinking about a time long ago when I was remembering my childhood in California. I was thinking about it in a way that changed the color of my memories. The sun was whitish-yellow in a different way. I … Continue reading →

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Pieces of the Mirror

Posted on October 19, 2008 by randomyriad

Things come up. Things drift away. I pick up pieces and examine them to gain some understanding of the world through the tiny bits I can lay my hands on. I try to piece them together into a picture that … Continue reading →

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