Tag Archives: Poetry

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 →

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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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Poems from Preschool World

Posted on January 10, 2008 by randomyriad

The Dream Artist as a Preschool Teacher There is a place Where a line of tall eucalyptus trees Stand in twilight. A path runs along beside them. Somewhere near is a park with a wooden game Where you put a … Continue reading →

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Three Poems From My Natural Science Period

Posted on January 9, 2008 by randomyriad

Twenty Years Ago In the heavy forest, My skin bordered the sky, Played with it, Wings probing, Noticing, Eyes turned on themselves. In between I was unprepared, Whirled from almost every year Back to that object of finding gaze And … Continue reading →

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One Good Simple Thing

Posted on January 6, 2008 by randomyriad

There are things in life. Simple, easy things that take the hardness out of world for a moment. Ghostly music seeping in from another room makes me stop. She is singing again, and I cannot move, I must stand and … Continue reading →

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