Days are short and cold. I rise in the dark of the morning. When I come home it is dusk. The last couple of days I have been walking in the late afternoon and into the twilight. I visit a puddle that … more →
Myriad Waysrandomyriad wrote 1 week ago: Days are short and cold. I rise in the dark of the morning. When I come home it is dusk. The last co … more →
randomyriad wrote 2 weeks ago: In our classroom the sunlight slanted in and lay on the floor in a bright pool inspiring young artis … more →
randomyriad wrote 2 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 →
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randomyriad wrote 6 months ago: Summer Teaching I have started full time at my summer job of keeping my little friends busy and safe … more →
randomyriad wrote 6 months ago: The last in the bicycle series. It was stashed in a different place. … more →
randomyriad wrote 6 months ago: I was out mowing the lawn in the evening and was struck by the slanting light hitting a bicycle that … more →
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randomyriad wrote 1 year ago: Things come up. Things drift away. I pick up pieces and examine them to gain some understanding of t … more →
randomyriad wrote 1 year ago: Accidental Awareness Tiny little wine glass Shattered by a heavy bowl Spark, sliver, silver spread o … more →