Randy | October 8, 2016
My poem, The Strange Case of the Caller at the Library Window, published here on Day 7 of last year’s Long Winter’s Night, “… is the story of two fellow beings. One, a solitary Man interrupted at his ease by a persistent caller. The other, as it turns out, merely in quest of a last […]
Randy | October 4, 2016
Most Loved and Frightful Seed By LFM I would show you a thing To uplift and inspire. Cast a glow on the path To whate’r you desire. This mysterious thing’s, Filled with magickal quirks, It holds wishes to grant — If you know how it works. It can give you ideas To review and compare […]
Bitey | August 20, 2016
“Long heralded and now about to become reality, let this stand as official announcement of a new and semi-irregular LFM feature – Al Dente – With Bitey McBighterson! Beginning Saturday, 30 March 2013 and appearing whenever he gives a shit, Bitey will give you his unbridled, well gnawed interpretation of current events. After all, what […]
Randy | July 26, 2016
As you all know, I don’t mete out death lightly. That being said, there are some affronts that cannot be ignored and being the recipient of an unprovoked attack by a Wasp is one of them. I would also point out that had I come to know the offender was a transient whose home was […]
Randy | July 25, 2016
My Mother always admonished me to put on clean underwear every morning because you never know when you’ll encounter a kind offer for sex. Or in case you get in an accident of some other sort. Anyway, that was a long time ago so the actual reason is vague, but the message was conveyed with […]
Randy | July 21, 2016
Mrs. LFM, Bairns, Dogs and I live in an antique farm house the original construction of which predates electricity and indoor plumbing. The wise and hard working crew who threw their blood, sweat, and tears into its building and sustenance dug a well 20 feet deep on the hill overlooking the house, and by their […]
Randy | June 25, 2016
Just yesterday, my friend the Esteemed Cowboy John laid down this challenge: I used a word today that I simply love, and honestly don’t use enough. I don’t think it is used enough period. It is “feckless”. So I challenge my friends to USE this word today. Either in text or spoken. It is actually […]
Randy | May 29, 2016
I grew up in the small but (then) prosperous town of Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, in a house across the street from what was generally referred to as “the Minister’s lawn”. A part of the grounds of the Anglican Reverend’s residence, it was a beautifully manicured expanse of table top flatness, and came to be used […]
Randy | April 1, 2016
This poem is born of actual events, and is offered with apologies to those hopefuls among the distaff who may have fallen for it in the past, and feel ill done by at its clear exclusivity to the sensibilities of your male counterparts. Please know, you are not forgotten. Apologies too to Groucho Marx whose […]
Randy | March 20, 2016
My Esteemed Friend Peter Thompson turns sixty years old today and shows no signs of improving the mood of his enemies by requiring that they attend his wake in the spirit of, “If you give the people what they want, they’ll come.” The poem that follows speaks from some inside knowledge on my part that […]