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
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
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
Poetry
Summer’s End
The news this morningcame with the tollof Tubular Bellsflying up my news feedlike a teleportationto my youthCanada – Russia ’72Paul HendersonThe Golden Goaland the tall manleaning on his
Poetry
Eternity Is…
Eternity is a song beyond timeor silence deeper than Creationcaught in the instantyou realize she has gonewithout a wordleaving behindonly a shaft of sunlightflickeringon her footprintsin the dust
