Childhood ended in fire and rainlong endless Summerslazing between logsand salty raftlaughing with friendsas we racedpell melltowards teenagerhoodwithout a careand many hopesliving momentsthat stretched foreverinto years awayfrom the sandand the saltand the wheeling gulls,fifty years latermy eyes leak in fire and rainthinking backand smilingdeep in my heartat the memoriesheld close
Poetry
Caught Up in The Beauty
Each breathtaking momentoxytocin rich vibrationscoursing through my veinseyes closed in the embraceof a beauty deep withinrolling over me warmand then it is goneleaving a lingering sweetnesshead to toe,music can do thisthe pipes of Wuauquikuna,Tori Amos,the departed goddess Sineadnow singing harmonywith Delores amongst the stars,and simplicity itself,a small red nosethat peeks
Poetry
Scritch Scritch
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
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