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The Russian Federation is divided into states, or provinces, if that word is your preference. But in the Russian language there’s a word that designates these regions, so I use that word in [...]

by Tim Armour I like to play a game with names. Their letters I’ll reshuffle. Among this exercise’s aims? To make some feathers ruffle. I’ll pick a puffed up popinjay And give his name a jumble. [...]

by Tim Armour So now they’ve sworn in Donald Trump again as Main Commander. This huge buffoon. This horse’s rump. If I may speak with candor, His plethora of rhetoric is verbal diarrhea. Anathema [...]

by Tim Armour On the horns of a dilemma ‘s what we’re balanced on the brink of. Is one place more precarious? No. None that I can think of. Of late I’ve heard a lot of talk on A. I… Boon or [...]

This is a poem I wrote for my dad’s 98th birthday at this time last year. As it turned out it was his last birthday as he died last summer. I call it my (mind’s) eyewitness account of his [...]

On one warm day this fall I took chainsaw and maul Out to tackle my firewood pile, To lay by winter fuel For the season of yule And beyond, for a warm domicile. When I levered a log And I gave it [...]

Six victims of monogamy, Escaped to Lake Temagami. The purpose of this expedition? Relaxation, drinkin’, fishin’. Yet two could not just cut and run. Each took in tow a teenage son. Each year [...]

I call him “Little Big Mouth” for he’s not the size of tuppence, Yet he’ll tackle Turks of Titans giving either their comeuppance. This behaviour’s apt to manifest when “Mouth” is feeling frisky, [...]

There’s a family tale of my Great Aunt Pearl. Everything in its place was her dictum. She’d lived by these words since her days as a girl. Till this credo claimed her as its victim. For she [...]

Home is the hunter. Home from the hill. It’s stymied my stalking endeavour. To track down this prey will take all of my skill. It’s a beast so elusive and clever. It’s said to inhabit the hills [...]