Tag Archives: Poetry

Words Are Where the Hate Goes to Hide.

Posted on November 5, 2011 by randomyriad

STUDENTS REPEAT A POEM‘S SLURS, SURPRISING THE POETS AND AN ELITE BRONX SCHOOL The poetry assembly on Tuesday morning at the Horace Mann School, in the Bronx, was meant to be provocative. The visiting poets who led it asked students … Continue reading →

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April 2011: Odd Gifts and Lost Teeth in an Endless Winter

Posted on August 10, 2011 by randomyriad

March continued on into April, stormy and sodden. Spring did not arrive as scheduled. It was a month of pain and illness, but I did a lot of adjusting. I worked spring break and had a good time with a … Continue reading →

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February Evening

Posted on February 21, 2011 by randomyriad

At the end of the cold bright day midwinter sunlight slides in through my windows to play.  

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A Spam Poem Arrived Today

Posted on February 11, 2011 by randomyriad

Smile, Run conversation vision in us  aid paper left until live wish tend arm equal spread pub goal scene application  cover, recover independent front in any ticket commercial impose reference, climb desire  next final usual master god general night research … Continue reading →

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Inspirations

Posted on January 30, 2011 by randomyriad

I breathe in living particles through tubes into smaller tubes connecting to my heart.   I create future fields in bloom rings of color radiate surrounding small pools of spring rain.   I travel the passage leading to a room … Continue reading →

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