Tag Archives: Poetry

Love in the Complex World

Posted on July 11, 2013 by randomyriad

  I want to learn this:   for I am mad with    devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth. Walt Whitman, Excelsior I wonder if it is possible. I think I remember coming close a few times … Continue reading →

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A Few Foolish Things

Posted on July 1, 2013 by randomyriad

“I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.” – Steven Wright Even at the time When my father lay dying I still kept farting. Composed by Yamazaki Sokan /Translated by Donald Keene A poem I … Continue reading →

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A Quote, A Poem, and A Very Short Story

Posted on June 23, 2013 by randomyriad

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is what we have not sufficiently desired. —Nikos Kazantzakis New Summer I stayed late to fix the gate on the first eve of summer I … Continue reading →

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May Travels Like a Poem Through Me/ Journal Entries of May 2012: Part 2

Posted on December 20, 2012 by randomyriad

5/17 Two Poems:             1.     Braided Leather Belt Belted braid beer belly Jelly jar Incandescent light bulb hub cap slab Mud blood bedbug meat slug Slag bag big box hardware sign  sapling thrasher smashing slasher lush mush bushwhacker blush … Continue reading →

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May Travels Like a Poem Through Me/ Journal Entries from May 2012: Part 1

Posted on December 19, 2012 by randomyriad

5/1 Dream Scenes: I I skateboard up the hill past families slowly walking up in the twilight from the Van’s market car-less parking lot where two ghost, one tall and one small, stand faintly glowing. A thin, brown faced woman … Continue reading →

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