Tag Archives: Poetry

Here’s The Plan

Posted on February 13, 2008 by randomyriad

I have been feeling so uninspired lately in many aspects of my life that I thought at least I could put a spark to my writing. I don’t have enough free time to write, rewrite, edit and complete pieces of … Continue reading →

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Trane and Miles Mapping the New World

Posted on February 11, 2008 by randomyriad

Acid lizard grin on a jade cat bell, Passion pins about Languid kiwi valley haze. Red eyes, Rolled smooth Bleeding ragged at the edges Low drooling, pear juice hum Dripping down the chin, Tasted on the tongue. Plugged nose moan … Continue reading →

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Midwinter

Posted on February 4, 2008 by randomyriad

A fine, white dust of snow Scattered on the glass table outside the kitchen window Winter’s presence fading buds begin to show on the early trees Spring more than a month away struggles for a foothold on Winter’s slippery perch … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, change, Dreamtime, paying attention, poetry, spring, the end is the beginning, winter, wonder world | Tagged , , , | 1 Comment

I Wake Up and Turn On the Light + Preschool Fairy Tales

Posted on February 3, 2008 by randomyriad

I Feeling My Way Through Winter I have been lulled into a drowsy scattered lethargy by weather, minor illness, and the petty nagging boring irritations of trying to live a life without adequate funding. I am waking myself yet again. … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, change, novel projects, paying attention, poetry, Puppetry, Self-Experiments, Teaching and Learning, Telling Stories, thinking in words, winter, working world | Tagged , , , , , | 5 Comments

Winter Night Walk

Posted on January 21, 2008 by randomyriad

I walk back from the corner store my foggy breaths leading me up the hill. I see Orion in the southern sky so clear against the indigo with the crescent silver shining just over his outstretched arm. The sky dome … Continue reading →

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