Tag Archives: My Life

Graffiti: The Beginning of Art, Science, and Religion

Posted on February 21, 2008 by randomyriad

Thousands of years ago someone crawled into a dark cave with some kind of fire and drew this image. Why? Why didn’t s/he just work out in the daylight? How many people saw the image at that time? Was it … Continue reading →

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6 six word memiors

Posted on February 20, 2008 by randomyriad

Searching for beginnings, I write days. From suburban boxes, I moved moments. I was incrementally replaced by another. Singing loud we filled the night. Through summer days, we tumbled blindly. alone, together, alone together, together alone.

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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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There’s no day like a snow day

Posted on January 30, 2008 by randomyriad

A catchy title for a pretty boring-ass day. There is more ice than snow now as the rain is starting to freeze a little. The sounds of horror drift down from upstairs as my children entertain themselves with scary movies. … Continue reading →

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Winter Night Walk

Posted on January 21, 2008 by randomyriad

I walk back from the corner store my foggy breaths leading me up the hill. I see Orion in the southern sky so clear against the indigo with the crescent silver shining just over his outstretched arm. The sky dome … Continue reading →

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