Tag Archives: My Life

Housing Ideas

Posted on August 11, 2008 by randomyriad

As my summer wanes and the dreaded paperwork again rears its head like a country of a thousand whispering deaths. As Russia asserts its world power by overrunning its neighbor. As unusual August rain comes and goes over the last … Continue reading →

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If You Can Dance on the Wind, the Fall is not so Bad

Posted on July 22, 2008 by randomyriad

We flew our kite at school today and the wind took it high into the blue. It shone bright yellow and the green of new spring leaves with a tail the color of fire. the kite spun and danced in … Continue reading →

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This Should Be More About Me

Posted on July 19, 2008 by randomyriad

  I realized this morning that I hadn’t just written about my life in a while, and it seems as though when I ignore that aspect of my writing, I begin to lose track of the flow of my life. … Continue reading →

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A Poem of Sudden Summer

Posted on July 11, 2008 by randomyriad

Tilt It all starts with a loss of balance Tipping arms waving to and fro Silliness of a dizzy dream Screaming, streaming madness The desire grows bursting Out of my ears Through my nostrils To the outside world I feed … Continue reading →

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2 poems that happened today

Posted on July 4, 2008 by randomyriad

Summer Storm Day All night the storm grumbled around Lightning flickered through my eyelids With one tremendous crack-rumble ripping me out of loose sleep into the misty dripping dark in the morning my basement office cool gray light filtered through … Continue reading →

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