Randy | October 29, 2011
The Chair By LFM Malcolm found a shop one day He’d never seen before. It sold antiques and bric-a-brac, And dusty tomes of lore. He went inside to look about And as he made his rounds He found a chair marked, “Cursed Antique” “Reduced to 20 pounds.” Superbly carved from pitch black wood, It looked […]
Randy | October 27, 2011
Robert By LFM Robert was a different boy, He wasn’t understood. His parents tried to help him out But never really could. He read a lot and got good grades, But liked to be alone, And unlike other teenaged boys He rarely used the phone. He really had no friends but he’d Been never known […]
Randy | October 26, 2011
Hunter’s Moon By LFM By light of moon a hunter came Snow shod through winter woods, Bound home from hunt and trading trip For meat and needful goods. Moon shadows of bare birchen limbs Lay cast across the trail That led to hearth and home and wife, And respite from travail. His dearest Meg prayed […]
Randy | October 24, 2011
A Night on the Town By LFM In a realm that’s near to ours There dwells a nasty thing. It has no horns, nor pointy tail, No scales or batty wing. It’s not exactly evil, mind, Though neither is it good, And when it thinks of vengeful deeds Its loins become as wood. You […]
Randy | October 16, 2011
The Duel By LFM Two men went out to fight one day, A grave insult to fix. Too wroth to even fetch their swords, They settled it with sticks. Their battle raged throughout the day, So bent on settled scores, Their weary seconds pubward went, And spent three hours with whores. Returning, as they crested […]
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 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 | September 10, 2011
As an outdoorsy, self-reliant guy, I carry and use knives daily. In my personal and professional life – which being self employed tends to be the same thing most of the time – it’s a rarity for me not to find reason to use the pliers, Phillips screwdriver, and one or both blades on my […]
Randy | June 16, 2011
“A goodly man the mower is, With sinews tough as twisted rods, A form of manly grace is his, A head as trenchant as a god’s “A man of thought; the harvest o’er, Its heats and triumphs left behind, He rests, and gives himself once more To pleasures of the heart and mind.” ~ from […]
Randy | May 25, 2011
I told her a ribald joke And I still remember The thud of her upper denture Against the toe of my boot. She peed herself As I passed her teeth back to her On bended knee.