Randy | October 13, 2011
While Mrs. LFM and I have enjoyed their products, Canadian winery Sola-Nero for a time had a subtly unfortunate slogan emblazoned on their label – “GOES WELL WITH PEOPLE”. On this thirteenth day of dark sentiments we’re going to delve into one of the darkest of all – cannibalism. Most particularly, we’ll eschew the subject […]
Randy | October 11, 2011
On 7 October 2010 I published here my article concerned the curious life and end thereto of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Tonight I’ll speak to another literary legend with his own dark baggage – Ambrose Bierce. Born 24 June 1842, Bierce was a prolific journalist and writer in such genres as the history of the […]
Randy | October 10, 2011
Last year in Dark Sentiments – Day 12, Mrs. LFM and I collaborated in assembling a playlist of songs born of the darkest sentiments; the kind we characterized as, “Sentiments ranging from the acts of tortured souls, the anguish that can sometimes be born of love, hate, wounds that will never heal, and doors that […]
Randy | October 9, 2011
Signs leading into some communities on the south shore of Nova Scotia read, “We love the beauty that surrounds us and welcome you to share it.” Such a sunshiny bit of prose, but ’twas not always thus. The town of Lunenburg and its surrounding area was settled by Protestant immigrants of German, Swiss, and French […]
Randy | October 8, 2011
The Burning Times By LFM It was a simpler, darker age, An age of Ox and plough, When doughty farmers, iron thewed Wrought life from earth and bough. But woe is me, it came to pass That clergy came to roost, And serving up “the word of God” An awful thing was loosed. “The devil […]
Randy | October 7, 2011
“You know, I often say that the world’s a crazy place – “crazy” in a good sense, and in the sense that, for example, when you walk in the forest or over the fields, or elsewhere, you never know what you’re going to come across.” ~ Laurie Lacey One morning in the early autumn of […]
Randy | October 6, 2011
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the […]
Randy | October 3, 2011
Dagger Woods is a small rural community located amid softwood forest and marshland slightly less than 10 kilometers east of the university town of Antigonish, Nova Scotia. Anyone driving Highway 104 to or from the eastern part of the province will be familiar with the turnoff. Tales of a malevolent being haunting the woods began […]
Randy | October 2, 2011
I first heard The Griesly Wife recited to me late one night over a camp fire by a lake shore deep in the woods of darkest Nova Scotia. The person who recited it had learned the poetic tale without knowing its author, and believed the story was set somewhere in a remote part of northern […]
Randy | October 1, 2011
“I could a tale unfold whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; thy knotted and combined locks to part,and each particular hair to stand on end,as quills upon the fretful porpentine!” ~ Hamlet; Act 1, Scene 5 As our regular readers […]