Delicious surrenderlike morphine – sweet and softnumb flowing in gentle riversto push away the pain of thoughtlike the ratty Winnie the Poohthey gave you at sixto chase the bogeymanyou held on tighttil Michelle in the ninth gradethrew him from a passing carcartwheeling over the medianinto the oncoming trafficyou laughed and
Author: Mark
Poetry
Whalesong
Mighty songbird of the searolling languid in the wavesone flipper highto serenadefamily deep below. How sad to thinkin our stupiditythe only whalesongour children will hearis on Youtube. ml’25 Yesterday a whale watching tour boat, loaded with camera toting tourists guaranteed a ‘sighting’, rammed a humpback at high speed in the
Poetry
Leaving Something Behind
We are travellerssome lightwith a backpacksome burdenedwith flashy luggagewas it from Winners?but at every stopalong the waywe leavesomething behinda baseball mitton the bleachersa cellphonetucked in the seatof the departure loungetokens of our beingin that place and timetreasures for othersor cargofor the dumpsterwe forget the tokensat the next turnbut rememberthe smiles
Geekstuff
The Final Migration Begins
The love – hate relationship continues with WindBlows11. Background: I like to compile my python apps, lets me add an image to the titlebar and an app icon – the little things that make the apps look just that bit more pro. The problem with WindBlows11 is that it likes
Words Worth
Dendrolatry – For The Love of Trees
Dendrolatry refers to the worship or veneration of trees, a practice observed throughout history by various cultures, including the Romans and numerous indigenous groups who considered trees sacred. I grew up in a house wedged between the shores of the Salish Sea and the deep temperate rainforest of Vancouver Island. Trees
Poetry
Even The Stones Cry
Intelligencea burden not carriedby many in the streetswith MAGA flagsand ill-hidden bigotryflashed like a badgeof honour, or something,our times are not shockingto those who reador have read and watchedwith bated breathhoping against hopethat the mirrorheld up in front of uswould not showwhat we always knewlurked beneath the skin,we sigh in