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April Thoughts: A Dream, Some Commentary, and A Poem

Posted on December 10, 2012 by randomyriad

4/27/12 Dream: I am the head of a family in which everyone is running for president. I am trying to lead them in ways of wisdom. “In the next few minutes there will be a wasp trapped in a spider’s … Continue reading →

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By the Way, We Are All Worm Food in the End. Just Sayin.

Posted on December 4, 2012 by randomyriad

Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull by George Gordon Byron   Start not-nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, … Continue reading →

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November Visitor

Posted on November 19, 2012 by randomyriad

Bee buzzing  at the backdoor glass Riding my shoe Flies out into the wet garden I was thinking of a Jethro Tull song as the first line came to me. I’ll let you guess which one.

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Thoughts Written on A Church Program on the Twenty-fifth Sunday after Pentecost

Posted on November 19, 2012 by randomyriad

People are people everywhere not good or bad just trying to survive. Some try to connect across the infinite divide of solitude. Most fail. Some are never given a chance to connect and are thrown aside in disdain. Some are … Continue reading →

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A Work in Progress #5: Somewhere East of the City

Posted on November 6, 2012 by randomyriad

As I was not able to meet my friend the next day, I remember a conversation with a shaggy young grad student who had cornered me at an informal literary  function. “Man, you gotta get out in the country around … Continue reading →

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