Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
A Perfect Day
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
It's beginning to rain
As I walk in the door
Breaking the dense heat
Of a summer's city day
There's smoke in the air
You wanted to see
Whether you could build
A robot from an old TV
Your face covered in soot
Hair pinned up with pens
Bright smile flashing out
As it crawls ...
The Heart Behind the Golden Mask
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Behind that perfect visage
That the saints and scholars praise
My perverse thoughts do wander
Wondering who I'd find behind
Does that lady fear the darkness
Can she feel it press her eyes
Does she weary of base men
Lauding praise and gilded verse
Upon her outward facing mask
When she would have them love ...
The Dancer's Way
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I stare at potentials
Wondering which scuffed tile
Will give way beneath my foot
Whether to move at all
Or whether lack of motion
Will be my undoing
It should be easy this calculus
Simple tabulations and curves
Growth and expansion
Piled on Cartesian lines
Yet I hesitate before moving
Dreaming of hopping across
Not ...
On Snowy Streets
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
On quiet snowy streets
A friend and I walk home
Trading the minor news of our lives
Since last we sat and talked
Leaving him I wonder
Why my life so seldom
Brings friends together
On snowy streets
The Last Man
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
It strikes me that
Though they may protest
Were we truly the last men
Alive upon the earth
We might not seem
Quite so horrible
And I imagine
They might perhaps
Reconsider that oath
But culling so hard
Seems a drastic path
I may be wrong
But perhaps
It goes too far
Just to get ...
My Eye Catches
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I think
Too much
My eye
Catches
On things
Not worthy
I stare
At nothing
As thoughts
Cascade
Into silent
Dark pools
Of reflection
Peter Pan Fathers
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Cerebral late bloomers
These Peter Pan fathers
Children without childhoods
Should come with warnings
Lest emotional women
Take them improperly
And hurt themselves
Interesting, but not particularly productive (Playing with log-files...)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I've been somewhat frustrated with the webalizer output I've been using to review my site. It only shows the top 30 or so pages on the site, includes the search-engine's crawling in the data-set, and doesn't provide any sort of information about what things are linked together, what people are looking for, that kind of ...
About time I thought about organising the poems (A few too many to just list them out...)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The poetry page has been growing quite a bit lately. There's now something like 170 poems up there, with just "romantic" versus "not romantic" to organise them. Not sure how to organise them, really... maybe poetry just shouldn't be organised... but then what are poetry editors doing for their daily bread? Maybe just add a ...
Dry Athena's Dreams
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I dreamed dry Athena's dreams last night
Full of artifice and dreadful mechany
How sad the goddess must be today
With such hollow dreams to fill her sleep
No heart beating no messy life
She would I'm sure rather dream of victory
Descending from the heavens
To annoint the worthy crowns
But those days of ...
Mike C. Fletcher, the VRPlumber, is a philosopher of design turned computer programmer based in Toronto, Canada. He works primarily in the Python programming language, and maintains a large number of Open Source software packages. You can reach him at: mcfletch@vrplumber.com.