Santa Claus was roundand red about the middlewhite beard flowingover straining buttonsheld up by the joyhe brought. I am no Santajust an elder geekwhite beard flowinginto my left earpushing my glassesaskew as I walk. Beards are itchybut necessaryI thoughtat 20 belowuntil I scratchmy chin raw. And grab the razor… ml’25
Author: Mark
Recycling
Jean-eology 101
So I am doing a bit of a weed-out of the bits and bobs I have stuffed into boxes over the years. Last mini-project was the SamBag, using a pair of his painter pants from when he was about 4 (he is 21 now so you know how long they
Poetry
Iris
Iris walks a dark pathbetween bravadoand flight of fearstepping softlybetween the grenadesshe thinksare being lobbedinto her pathfrom behindher left shoulderalways lookingout from beneatha stray lockdraped overher sad smileas she walks. Iris lives silentlya song in her headunspoken lyricsand a rhythmonly she hearsechoing in the corridorsof brickand broken plasterthat line her
Geekstuff
Getting Organized
I am a bit OCD about time. Even at work I have a coil book beside me at all times, jotting down from and to times along with my notes on what I am doing. And I did create MaVie as both a time tracker and journal app. But I
Poetry
A Thousand Diamonds
A thousand diamonds glitteron obsidian Coco Chanelwould have been proud of,stretching ahead into the streamof mustard yellow streetlightflickering in the blastof Mother Nature’s breathyelling silently “Enjoy the raintomorrow it will be iceand snow!”,coating the worldin ivory marshmallowuntil the shoots of Springwrestle a footholdbetween the cracksof the sidewalkwhere I walk. ml’25
Recycling
The SamBag
Okay this one comes with a story. I am not a pack-rat, more a crow. I don’t save things just to save them, with a mountain of odds and ends in my shop downstairs. Well, actually I do but that is another story, and not a hoarding story! Anyway, many