Randy | 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 […]
Randy | 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 […]
Randy | 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 […]
Randy | July 20, 2014
This poem is intended for mature audiences. If the title hasn’t scared you off then read on and take the consequences. Daisy Dominatrix By LFM Daisy hit the Yukon after three months on the trail. She would’ve got there sooner but for “days off” spent in jail. She sold her ass at every stop to […]
Randy | June 15, 2014
Totally Organic By LFM Conveyor belts at checkout stands Are monuments to careless hands, For as each turns it brings to view Smears that range from “Yuck!” to “Eww!” It may be water, maybe not. It might be drool, or might be snot. One critter’s blood? Another’s jizz? No way of telling what it is. […]
Randy | May 8, 2014
This was inspired by a CBC article Mrs. LFM brought to my attention today on the subject of those items of produce most infused with pesticide contamination. Ode to the Marketplace By LFM The money’s spent, the thing is built, It’s time to market, screw the guilt. Though testers, testing, met their ending, Still they […]
Randy | March 31, 2014
A Strange Turn of Phrase By LFM If one goes through peril and comes out alive, It seems fair to refer to one’s state as “survived”, But a curious thing is the turning of phrase That equates every death to the Ending of Days. I refer to the way a death notice is written, And […]
Randy | March 30, 2014
A Startling Discovery By LFM On the path to self-relation, The child discovers mastication. What starts out firm he’ll learn to soften, And from that day, he’ll do it often.
Randy | March 20, 2014
On this day, Peter Ashley Thompson has succeeded in turning 58 years of age – a thing so singularly amazing that it’s unlikely he’ll ever manage to do it again. To commemorate this occasion, we’re offering this. Ode to Thompson by LFM Peter Thompson’s fifty-eight, Above the sod, don’t call him late, He’s white of […]
Randy | March 13, 2014
In my 17 years overseeing operations at Central Dispatch – the emergency communications centre that I established and operated from 1984 to 2001 in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia – I had regular cause to call in to the RCMP communications centre in Halifax (call sign 416), and speak to the (mostly female) dispatchers there. I have […]