Monday, October 26, 2026

Evil?

I have been dropping all those ‘evil’ digital companies and sites, over recent years. Twitter, Amazon — you know the ones. Now it has come time to do the same with Meta. I already bailed on Instagram and Threads earlier this year, and now it comes time to break with FaceBook. Three pages will definitely go; I might hang onto the personal account a little while, just so I can keep track of a few friends and relatives. But it is no longer viable as self-promotion for me.

Not to mention the ‘evil’ thing (which I just did mention). I admit to hanging onto some GoodReads author pages, despite the site’s Amazon connection (I neither buy nor sell on Amazon). I don’t interact there but simply list the published books.

So, what about the only sort-of evil companies, like Microsoft, Apple, and Google? I’m willing to use them but don’t really depend on them. Yes, my websites (as well as this blog) is hosted on Google. For now, I’ll leave things like that. But I use open source software, or that from smaller providers, as much as possible and have very little to do with Microsoft or Apple.

As far as social media goes, I’m concentrating on BlueSky, Mastodon, Tumblr, as well as WordPress blogs. If I reach fewer views and sales, so be it. I’ll just keep creating anyway.

Sunday, October 25, 2026

Dance

Dance

God sings in each of us
however differently
we dance. And if we tread
on one another’s toes
some times, it’s no great deal.
The music will go on.

Stephen Brooke ©2026

Friday, October 23, 2026

A Sijo of Passing Time

Men created clocks and calendars
but the hours and years pass without them.

I have waited, not counting the time;
someday you will return to the home I built.

Is that your voice I hear calling at last?
No, only a distant hiker echoing across the hills.

Stephen Brooke ©2026

Thursday, October 15, 2026

Folded

I put summer
away, neatly folded,
and lay out  winter.

It does not seem too frayed
for one year more of use.

Stephen Brooke ©2026

sorta-kinda tanka-esque 

Accomplishments, a poem

Accomplishments

I feel I am accomplishing things;
it could be an illusion
but I’ll just keep on plugging away,
ignoring reality’s intrusion.

Each day another page gets written,
a bit more lawn gets mowed;
each day I grow a little older
and travel down my road.

I count up these accomplishments,
I add them to life’s sum,
while ever avoiding asking myself,
will there be more to come?

Stephen Brooke ©2026

started out as light verse but gained weight as I went along 

Thursday, October 8, 2026

Come Forth, a poem

Come Forth

The monsters now come forth
in the noonday light,
seeking not the shadows,
the dark familiar haunts

of their ancient brethren.
These are the ones I most fear.
They wear our faces, yours,
mine, we who released them. 

They point into each mirror
they pass, blaming tomorrow
for our yesterdays,
and I hide myself

in the dark places they
abandoned. Will they call me
monster when I come forth,
into that noonday light?

Stephen Brooke ©2026

Friday, October 2, 2026

What Bird Calls, a poem

 What Bird Calls

I know not what bird calls across the dusk;
  seeking southern forests, it will sing there tomorrow.

Silent wings beat through my darkened skies; in dream
  only can I fly, to distant sun-lit lands.

Sleep now; morning comes and I must once more
  prepare for winter, not expecting spring.

Stephen Brooke ©2026

somewhat in the shape of a sijo