Author: Mark

Poetry

I’m Terrible With Names

I’m terriblewith namescuz they are labelsfrom someone elsewhile facesare homegrownwith youas you travel. Names define usin other peoples termsbefore we were wevenerating Uncle ‘Bud’or maybe a movie starmama watched on TVwhile she ironedor cooked dinner. Faces are storiestold in linesand smilesperhaps with mascaraor a smudge of mustardfrom a hot dogat

Poetry

Lost Friends & Two Dollar Boxes

it hits you funny,sometimes, death,like a sledgehammermade out of puttywielded by a midgetwith spasticityas a surgeonwould wield a knife I was at an auctionrural typelots of weldersand big implementsfor fixing combinesor tractorsmixed inwith delicate china I love the smellsof old leatherand musty booksfrench fries and donutswith coffeefrom the canteen in

Poetry

While Cicadas Sang

Thirteen yearsburied ‘neath the loamin my backyardsilent diggingfar from watchful eyeswaitingfor a tender morselof fresh larvae. Thirteen years agoI was writinga special soliloquoyfor a special nightjust ‘An Ordinary Man‘in an ordinary townchanneling Leacockor at least trying. Tonight I satdeep in shadowsfrom the porchlighta quiet momentwith a gentle dogleaning against my

Geekstuff

Weather Light or Dark

Finally getting back to fixing some of the niggling issues in these apps I have created. OpenWeather data uses metres/second for wind speed, which is all good, but to the average person doesn’t mean a whole heck of a lot (m/s times 3.6 equals kmh). So just had to fix