Tag Archives: Poetry

Living Like Falling Water

Posted on September 17, 2013 by randomyriad

My divorce is final, and I have been feeling very empty and removed from the world. I have been feeling a lot of anger toward my now ex-wife, but today I walked and made my life start from today. I … Continue reading →

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A Song That Sang Itself to Me Using Leonard Cohen’s Voice

Posted on July 28, 2013 by randomyriad

Mangle of Insipid Arthropods Eaten Ever by Night with reticulated majesty breaks my flight and lets me down macabre tragedy sets my wheels on fire and drives me to the edge of sound I spit out all the glass and … Continue reading →

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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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