Tag Archives: Poetry

Autumn Poems #4

Posted on October 16, 2018 by randomyriad

October                      1 There’s this shape, black as the entrance to a cave. A longing well up in its throat like a blossom as it breathes slowly.   What does the … Continue reading →

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Tarot #49: XVIII The Moon, gateway to the subconscious and mysterious forces that influence our lives below the surface.

Posted on October 12, 2018 by randomyriad

Let the Illusion of the World pass over thee, unheeded, as thou goest from the Midnight to the Morning. Aleister Crowley, The Book of Thoth The ability to listen to that small almost inaudible voice deep in our core and … Continue reading →

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Autumn Poems # 3

Posted on October 11, 2018 by randomyriad

Dream on an October Night Ghost rides that whip sprung from the blood of day onto the back of a long thin howl.

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Autumn Poems #2

Posted on October 2, 2018 by randomyriad

  A. R. Ammons

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Autumn Poems #1

Posted on September 27, 2018 by randomyriad

Leaves of Fire burn at the ends of branches reaching into the air tearing in into the world consuming the evergrowing tree that draws fuel from the earth from roots searching deep in soil coiled, locked around rocks dissolving into … Continue reading →

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