Tag Archives: pieces of the mirror

Traveling by Telephone Time Warp

Posted on October 24, 2008 by randomyriad

I picked up the phone. I could tell it was Bev right away. She has a nasal, Judy Holiday kind of voice, though not exactly. “Hello this is Bev,” She always sounds a little tentative on the phone as if … Continue reading →

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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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Dream Owls at Dawn

Posted on October 21, 2008 by randomyriad

The gentle hoo-hoo of owls echoes through my dream forest growing closer and closer then passing I wake to hear them moving off fading into the edges of dawn on silent wings.

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