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Poetry of the Week
THE FACE
- Anthony EuwerAs a beauty I'm not a great star,
There are others more handsome by far,
But my face I don't mind it,
Because I'm behind it—
'Tis the folks in the front get the jar.Read the whole poem, here, along with others by the same author.
Posted: 2025 Apr 13
Category Archives: Through the Calendar
Miracle at Checkout 9
Being the 4th in a miscellany of short posts to mark the 12 days of Christmas. My line, which had looked so promising — only one person ahead of me, with a light load of groceries — has come to … Continue reading
The Gift that Keeps on Giving
The 3rd in a miscellany of short posts marking the 12 days of Christmas. Around about the turn of the millennium, I forwarded an email warning to my sons. I meant well, honestly. What it concerned I can’t remember: cell … Continue reading
Familiarity
Being the 2nd of a miscellany of short posts to mark the 12 days of Christmas. Standing at the window, I gasp in utter shock. The women gathered in the kitchen behind me stop chatting to ask, in some concern, … Continue reading
Olive, the Other Reindeer
Being the 1st of a miscellany of short posts to mark the 12 days of Christmas. Wiki reports that ‘many sources’ believe the ‘partridge in a pear tree’ line in the 12 Days of Christmas to be a mistranscription or … Continue reading
It’s Blue. It’s Imported.
Sometimes, what we know changes how we look at things; sometimes how we look at things changes what we know. Continue reading
Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere I go. But it isn’t the garland, the mistletoe or even the damned snow. I see Christmas ads: they’re everywhere. Every fall, the first TV ad for a table saw or … Continue reading
A Proportional Response
How do we honour and care for veterans in a way that is proportionate, respectful, and sustainable? Continue reading
Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow
Transforming an often miserable Hallowe’en into the Day of the Dead – a remembrance and celebration of our dead. The snowdrifts are knee high and hard crusted; the snow underfoot is so dry it squeaks. With the temperature hovering … Continue reading
Outsourcing the Bird
Seasonal reflections on the challenge – the near impossibility – of satisfactorily cooking a turkey, at least in my kitchen. Continue reading