Dark Sentiments 2015 – Day 10: What Died?

| October 10, 2015

We all know what rotting meat smells like, and hence the term, “What died?” has entered the popular lexicon. Just words though, Goode Reader, for there is a quantum leap in the experience that lies between pulling the lid off something found forgotten at the back of the fridge, and the full flower of meaning […]

Dark Sentiments 2015 – Day 9: The Urban Death Project

| October 9, 2015

I once convinced a small group of idiots that my birth certificate had an expiry date stamped on it. Don’t try this yourselves though, because my powers of persuasion exceed that of mere mortals, and I’d hate to be responsible for any of you hurting yourselves; at least if I’m not there to watch. Good […]

Dark Sentiments 2015 – Day 7: Stonefall

| October 7, 2015

Much of the land that, if I may be so bold, we call “our own”, is covered with a mixture of second growth forest interspersed with a smattering of ancient Pine Trees that have escaped undisturbed by the hand of Man. Walking west from the house, the land rises rapidly over a distance of some […]

Dark Sentiments 2015 – Day 2: Bloodied but Unbowed

| October 2, 2015

This poem was inspired by the Lunar eclipse that coincided with last weekend’s “super moon”. The brilliant round edge of white on the rust red orb of the “blood moon” in this photo was the kicker, and there’s nothing else to say beyond that I see hints (sometimes not so subtle) of primal, raw sexuality […]

Dark Sentiments 2015 – Day 1: Never Tenderized but Better Seasoned

| October 1, 2015

  So you’ve come back Goode Readers. Welcome, and may I say that it’s nice to see your faces again, even as I note more than a few of you are a little more scarred and worn about the chassis than this time last year. Ah well; you’re still above the sod, and time wounds […]

I Honed My Knife for This?

| August 22, 2015

In the tradition established by my earlier pieces, The Game – Sharp and To the Point and When Zip Met John, I offer this. I Honed My Knife for This? By LFM An urge to drain my bilge was how I met the stupid lad. He was lurking just outside the door Where toilets could […]

Of Flags and Standards

| July 11, 2015

This poem was inspired by an event that occurred just last night on the south shore of Nova Scotia. Symbols Three Dogs and I went out last eve’ To fertilize the yard, Yet soon I saw my comrades pause, Each silently aguard. Up stream upon the river Was where each had set their gaze. So […]

A Rifle Behind Each Blade of Grass

| June 14, 2015

Today’s title is a fragment of the sentiment spoken by Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto upon learning of the successful raid on Pearl Harbour: “In the first six to twelve months of a war with the United States and Great Britain I will run wild and win victory upon victory. But then, if the war continues after […]

On This Day in 1944

| June 6, 2015

“I was born in 1957, and for Canadians of my generation, World Wars 1 and 2 can be compared to what can be said today of cancer, in that it would have been a difficult task during our formative years to swing the proverbial dead cat without hitting a member of a family that had […]

A Covenant with Motherhood

| May 10, 2015

  “While childbirth is, as the saying goes, one of the most truly Natural things in the world – a task that a Woman’s body is designed to perform repeatedly – it does not come without risk, and anything can happen. Here’s a reality check for you – as far back as our decision to […]