This is a 15 minute poem, an idea from this intriguing blog. A Cold Walk at the Lake The Air is dry and no white condensation billows out of our mouths as we talk Hunched in our layers trudging at fir… more →
Myriad Waysrandomyriad wrote 3 weeks ago: This is a 15 minute poem, an idea from this intriguing blog. A Cold Walk at the Lake The Air is dry … more →
randomyriad wrote 1 month ago: I walk back from the asphalt of the school playground where I picked up a piece of wood in the shape … more →
randomyriad wrote 7 months ago: Open Me Tension, wire, bloody ram Maybe this is not the way I feel, but the way I am. I can’t … more →
randomyriad wrote 7 months ago: Receiving Messages From Separate Individual Realities grabbing a handful porcupine jello, or the sp … more →
randomyriad wrote 8 months ago: I wrote a comment on a list to a student who was wondering if the Reggio Emilia child centered appro … more →
randomyriad wrote 8 months ago: I have been reading May Sarton’s journal called Recovery which is initially about recovering f … more →
randomyriad wrote 10 months ago: I wish I could say anything changed the dawning takes eternity fragments and hurls them toward infin … more →
randomyriad wrote 10 months ago: I started out this week intent on focusing on the light and got lost in a dense gray fog of fatigue … more →
randomyriad wrote 1 year ago: Are you still the same person you were yesterday or last week or just a subtle changeling? If you lo … more →
randomyriad wrote 1 year ago: There is a lone tree in the middle of a rolling meadow of amber dry grass next to a dirt road that l … more →
randomyriad wrote 1 year ago: I was having a talk with my friend Zachary. He’s 5 years old. We were talking about tails and how it … more →
randomyriad wrote 1 year ago: Sunday Walk with the Dog We reach the top of the little hill through the muddy forest suddenly notic … more →
randomyriad wrote 1 year ago: “Why is it that people who cannot show feeling presume that that is a strength and not a weakn … more →
randomyriad wrote 1 year ago: Thousands of years ago someone crawled into a dark cave with some kind of fire and drew this image. … more →
randomyriad wrote 2 years ago: Part of a Process Devastation is Not the End. Life moves everywhere in time, never ceasing it … more →
randomyriad wrote 2 years ago: A Twice Found Note From a note that was on my desk on a Monday afternoon that I found later in my po … more →
randomyriad wrote 2 years ago: The Household Body “Can I speak with the head of the house?” The Telemarke … more →
randomyriad wrote 2 years ago: “If I wasn’t real,” Alice said– half-laughing through her tears, it all seem … more →
randomyriad wrote 2 years ago: Henri Matisse wrote: Spontaneity is not what I am looking for. . . . Undoubtedly it is necessary to … more →