Wacky Wednesday: February 17

Welcome to the Wacky Wednesday following Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday or Shrove Tuesday). If you’re unfamiliar with Fat Tuesday, it’s always the day before Ash Wednesday. More about that a little later. First, we have our old English insults for the day. Stampcrab refers to a heavy-footed, clumsy person. Have you ever met someone who always bumped into or knocked over things? That’s a stampcrab. Our next word has more of an explanation. Stymphalist refers to someone who smells unpleasant. In Greek mythology, one of The Twelve Labors of Hercules was to destroy the Stymphalian birds, a flock of monstrous, man-eating birds with metal beaks and feathers, who produced a stinking and highly toxic guano. And that’s where the name comes from.

Today’s only token food holiday is National Cabbage Day. The cabbage family of greens includes Brussels sprout, broccoli, cauliflower, bok choy, kohlrabi, and kale. Cabbage helps create some of the best Celtic recipes. Consider some corned beef and cabbage in March. As a part of Random Acts of Kindness Week, today is National Random Acts of Kindness Day. To learn more about the week and the day, visit the Random Acts of Kindness Foundation. Finally, we have Ash Wednesday. 46 days before Easter, Ash Wednesday is the beginning of Lenten season for Christians. The day begins a time of meditation, reflection, self-examination, study, and contemplation when Christian consider their own mortality and sinfulness in preparation for Easter.

Tuesday Poetry: Valentines Past

Valentine’s day has wasted me away
I cannot search for these things anymore
Is this a curse for me, I cannot say
Why could I not find what I had wished for
In days of old, I felt I was too young
To court or have relations with a girl
I was scared too and lost air in my lungs
They would walk by and my insides would curl
Experience lacked when I got older
I had never spoken to a female
Years went by; I began to feel colder
Sadness seemed the end of my lifelong tale

I grew wiser in years and felt less pain
Though lonely sometimes, sun shines through the rain

The Tales of Enderas: The End

now the world is right again
Enderas is safe within
Pixies are at bliss once more
with the old mischief of yore
the Unicorns have no cares
they breathe the fresh mountain air
the Dolphins are now banished
for being so treacherous
the Winged Horse fin’ly made peace
with His shame that He released
now with Enderas so grand
and order within this land
my long tale comes to an end
or does it merely begin?

From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.