Monthly Archives: March 2015

style(1) and readability

A dear friend of mine for about thirty years is a lovely little program of UNIX heritage, called “style.” Modern versions of style(1) handle most of the readability metrics mentioned in the following article. Along with my long-standing relationship with … Continue reading

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wakka wakka crescent

before the night birds come calling my eyes look to the crescent moon orion shooting at the rocky planets deep blue tapestry makes me swoon the moon is like a wakka wakka munching up the stars its stellar feeding frenzy … Continue reading

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suspended star

a single pom pom beloved blossom  escaped its airborne brig fell from its cradling twig thousands of poms lay on the ground carpet of yellow plush  who led the spring-time rush thousands more still hung where evening songbirds sung but … Continue reading

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desert diablo

scantily clad scenery devoid of excess greenery nearly naked hills surely give me chills this stark and foreign land  painted by a cruel hand unencumbered by stone-stoked flaming sky screaming sky set ablaze presaged havoc it would raze this glowing … Continue reading

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reflection

purple shadows stand tall and long purple shadows dance upon vast apron of night rippling shallows upon night’s pond rippling shallows become calm precious gems alight in the thirteen nights since the sunset sliver through frightful plights that made me … Continue reading

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stars in our hearts

we were in search of new civilizations ancient civilizations and our own essence which often hides in between we were a people lost in the vastness of space to find within our marrow deep down in inner space the seed … Continue reading

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blue mustangs

between two blue mustangs cool lightning clangs night air feels chilly to either colt or filly the bite of dragon’s fangs injects incessant pangs casting tedium thrilly turning somber silly within each dreamcloud hangs cousins of feisty orangs lost in … Continue reading

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