Dark Sentiments 2014 – Day 18: Privacy, Secrets, and the Sliding Scale

| October 18, 2014

If there is one very dark pit modern society is hell bent on careening headlong into, it’s the dangerous, dangerous, and I emphasize really fucking dangerous idea that demanding privacy is somehow suspicious, and tantamount to an open admission that you – indeed anyone who wishes to have it – must have “something to hide”. […]

Dark Sentiments 2014 – Day 17: A Question of Intention and a Matter of Degree

| October 17, 2014

Murder by poison has a long dark history. For example, whether historically accurate or cooked up by rivals, the Borgia family name is indelibly stained with it. Poison is less used today for killing things that walk on two legs for reasons well presented by Esther Inglis-Arkell in her article The Deadliest Poisons in History […]

Dark Sentiments 2014 – Day 9: Aubrey Beardsley

| October 9, 2014

The Valiant A ballad The valiant was a noble bark          As ever ploughed the sea, A noble crew she also had          As ever there might be. When once at night upon the deep          The Valiant did sail, Her captain saw a pirate ship          By the moonlight dim and pale. Then up […]

Dark Sentiments 2014 – Day 1: Welcome Back

| October 1, 2014

“Welcome, Dear Reader, to yet another season of Dark Sentiments; being our traditional 31 October days of musings, revelations, exposé, poetry, literature, visual arts, and myriad dark expressions of the Human spirit, all chosen from the sort most in the world have spent the past year trying desperately to avoid, or pretend into nonexistence.” ~ […]

Happy Birthday Mrs. Secord

| September 13, 2014

“The distance to the outpost by direct road was 12 miles but Laura feared she would encounter American guards that way and chose a roundabout route. She went first to St Davids where she was joined by her niece, Elizabeth Secord, and then to Shipman’s Corners (St Catharines). Elizabeth became exhausted and Laura continued alone, […]

Plenty o’ Fish

| September 1, 2014

On one sunny Summer’s day about ten years ago, the bountifully beauteous Mrs. LFM and I were shopping in the Halifax area when we decided a cup of coffee was in order. And so it came to pass that we pulled up in front of a coffee shop in the Bayer’s Lake district, facing the […]

The Centipedes

| August 30, 2014

Inspiration can strike anywhere at any time, and this is why I go nowhere without a way of quickly recording those transient thoughts that often turn into what you read here. My trusty and decidedly olde school field notebook is never far away, and when Mrs. LFM is with me, she is ever ready to […]

The Blacksmith’s Son

| August 16, 2014

The Blacksmith’s Son By LFM The Blacksmith’s Son arose one night From dreams of dark desire. He set the smithy lamps alight, And stoked the forging fire. He worked the bellows carefully, He tended every coal, Until each matched his passion, And the flame that seared his soul. When forge and passion burned the same […]

Lost Heads – By Every Definition (Part 1 of 2)

| July 23, 2014

The picture at left is of a new in the package Coghlan’s Brand machete, available as I type from the outdoor sports and leisure section of your nearest Canadian Tire store for $14.99 before tax. It’s posted here merely to illustrate that the machete is an inexpensive and easily acquired item of equipment pretty much […]

Canada Day 2014

| July 1, 2014

Today is Canada Day here in the Great White North, and as such offers me yet another opportunity to educate the world in the history of the nation. I’m even more inspired to invoke the Truth because this year marks Mrs. LFM’s induction as a Canadian citizen, and my exposure to the government supplied knowledge […]