Randy | October 11, 2015
While the genesis of this poem was born of my own morning ablutions on a hot Summer morning this August past, I offer it today in honour of someone who mattered to someone who matters to me. I received an email from my Esteemed Friend Gary Carbone only this morning, enlightening me to the passing […]
Randy | 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 […]
Randy | 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 […]
Randy | October 4, 2015
Death Songs and Promises By LFM The leaf of Autumn’s bright display Comes bittersweet with tinge of death, Yet shares the bough with wing-ed seed Poised now to glide on hopeful breath. Even as the leaf doth sing Its death song loud in colours bold, Upon the ground joins humble seed, Now scarcely glimpsed amid […]
Randy | 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 […]
Randy | 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 […]
Randy | September 5, 2015
Billingr’s girl watches on while Odin encounters the bitch tied to her bedpost (1895) by Lorenz Frølich is a lovely piece of art work depicting a monumental moment in the history of the cock tease. The piece is based on a tale attributed to Odin Himself that has come down to us by […]
Randy | 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 […]
Randy | August 19, 2015
Some lads never get beyond the most rudely direct approach in their quest for sexual gratification. Paul is one of those. Sadly, such as he stay the course because, once in a while, it works. A Wee Foul Limerick By LFM A cocky young fellow named Paul Approached a sweet lass at the mall. He […]
Randy | 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 […]