Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Longer Every Night
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The muscles around it are tense
That's why it happens
You lie down on your back
On the bed or better the floor
Try to press the small down
Touch toes and arch back
Pull your torso round and out
Digging with your heels
Stretching and twisting
'Til your forhead's on the floor
Scrabbling forward ...
Reaching Out
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The gentle hand
So often slapped
For reaching out
To hold another
Pauses too long
To hold another
Reaching out
No longer comes
Easily
So seldom comes
At all
Happy Solstice Everybody! (It will get light again, I tells ya!)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Off to the solstice celebration down at Kensington Market. Hopefully not too late, as I'd like to get more work done today. Didn't get down early to do any gift shopping, sigh. Oh well, do that Friday before heading over to gram's place I suppose.
The First Word
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The first word
Is not aardvark
It is a
Yet that's what she remembers
From our first day
I realise of course
Memories of me
Grounded in forgotten days
Are shadows that
Will quickly fade away
So few will remember
Singing of the poets
Or philsopher's peans
As days pass
And years come between
Memories ...
Rinse, repeat (Another day, just like the last...)
Written by
on
in
Snaking,
Vindaloo.
I was strongly tempted to repeat yesterday's post. Turns out that today was Tuesday, the meeting and party were to be Wednesday (I discovered this only on phoning Tim at 9am this morning to ask if he wanted to head over yet). Looks like we won't be doing the party. The SSL error turned out ...
Water Clocks
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Father, so like me
We seem to never talk
Who never writes or calls
We should be sides
Of a single stream
But little things
Meaning
Nothing
Come between
Drifting through precious time
Alone
Casting all about
For the right place to stand
We'll run the water of the clock
Dry if neither makes it ...
Wings of my Heart
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
There are corners
Let's be honest
There are entire wings
Of my heart
Where I do not go
Remembering
What last happened
Years ago
Bricked up in those rooms
Forgotten
Are those I loved too dearly
Held too close
Let see my inner tears
Without guards
As a fool in love will do
Trusting
Until ...
Black Circles in Blue
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
It's not that they were blue
Clear and constant skies
Focused and perfect
Open and aware
It's that for a moment
They seemed to look at me
How parties were meant to be (Long, loud, full of laughter and deep conversations...)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The party for Lara's return was, IMO, a success. Lots of people, lots of people meeting new people. The coconut rice pudding worked quite well, (but I messed up the milk one as I thought it was far too wet and compensated... it was bone dry by the time it finished cooking. Oh well.) The ...
Fresh Cleaned Floor
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Lie here with me
On the fresh cleaned floor
Listen to the humming house
Quiet in the folding dark
Stare out the open window
On chill winter's sky
Hold my calloused hand
Or let me touch your softest hair
Let the starlight bathe us
As pine hangs in the air
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.