Tag Archives: Poetry

Walk On Poem

Posted on July 13, 2009 by randomyriad

Our Part of the Meal We will carry the bag of red and yellow cherries up the hill from the ferry with the watermelon and the beer.

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Why I Write Poetry/Getting Inside Another Cocoon

Posted on June 27, 2009 by randomyriad

“I am mainly preoccupied with the world as I experience it, and at times when I would rather be dead the thought that I could never write another poem has so far stopped me. I think this is an ignoble … Continue reading →

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Pale Green Pants and Mad Poets: My Summer Literature

Posted on June 21, 2009 by randomyriad

Summer Teaching I have started full time at my summer job of keeping my little friends busy and safe. All I have to do is pay attention and go with their flow, and all is well. No paper workjust being … Continue reading →

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TV Guide Poetry and Classroom Notes

Posted on June 14, 2009 by randomyriad

Hot Vampires in Love The TV Guide shouted above the conveyor carrying my groceries to the supermarket checker. Suddenly I missed Warren Zevon. Only he could write this song.   Note #1:  On Teasing I had a large group of … Continue reading →

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A Poem About Intentional Mowing

Posted on June 9, 2009 by randomyriad

Flower Islands White dots, blue spots, bright yellow stars Pink  globes the size of hamster eggs float in tangled rafts on the calm surface of the newly cut lawn. This is poem #1 of the 101 in a 1001 days, … Continue reading →

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