There is something about the call of a loon deep in the night across still waters, that mixture of loneliness, desolation and disconnectedness that dives deep into your soul and makes you ache to hear an answering call. All digital recreation in my mind of the call of the loon
Author: Mark
Day To Day Life
Un Repos Bien Mérité
Ok, so I am a bit of a hermit, actually more like a workaholic hermit. I just like to be busy, whether it is geeking, crafting or just plain noodling with stuff. Every year my wife and son take a holiday, just the two of them, generally to visit family,
Day To Day Life
Small Acts Are Anything But
I don’t get out much, a year of long-Covid kind of did in my love of crowded places. My wife pushes me to get out more, if only to help her with groceries or a trip to Decathlon (my favourite store in the city – I am still looking for
Poetry
Races
We run races against clocks and bosses,eyes ahead at flickering screens,deep in code and execution,where each black secondaffects the bottom line,mano a mano – no prisoners taken,avatars in real time,until the clock strikes five.[PAUSE]They run races cheering each other,celebrating achievements not their own,but others – teaching usthe senses of community,
Day To Day Life
Macramania
In my high-pressure world (50% psychologist and 50% air-traffic-controller) it is kind of nice to have a ‘mindless’ activity to keep your hands occupied and your brain from melting down. Way back I tried my hand at macrame and found it quite satisfying as far as ‘brain breaks’ go. Just
Poetry
Invisible Man
When I was young,I wanted to be Claude Rains,unwrapping and slipping,ghost-like out the door,past Gloria Grahame’soutstretched arms,into the night,and adventures new,beyond the grip of mundanity.This morning I stepped,before ‘Don’t Walk’ expired,said “Oops, Sorry!” to no one,in particular,but a young lady standing beside me,waiting for the light just snorted,and gave me