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To the nth degree A mathematically specious phrase intended to convey that something is raised to a very high level (as in “to the nth degree”), where “n” is assumed to be a relatively high number even though by definition it is unspecified and may be large or small. We say we’re testing the limits but if we’re honest we’ve already scaled them in our heads and they’re not as […]

Modesty is trending. Thus her arms folding fashionable, legs braided. She will study French dressing, how it blushes the radish rose. That will have to do for even candlelight can’t obscure a question, a claim undeserved. So she must remain compact, eyes cast down, never to see the world, let alone fill it. He needs space to inflate, eyes to roam unsupervised. Meanwhile she will invite him up for coffee […]

I took fireworks away from me that year. Didn’t deserve them anymore. One deed shattered dreams, disappointed everyone, earned hate. A failed life doesn’t merit giant Chrysanthemums or bursting stars. On the fourth, distant pyrotechnics remained black, white and silent, in forever purgatory. The fuse of penance sputters. — Tim Philippart sold his business, retired to write and discovered that wasn’t very retired at all. He ghost blogs, writes poetry, nonfiction […]

I close my eyes and listen to the birds. I can’t name them, but it doesn’t matter, I can still feast on their song. Song, well some sing beautifully, others need to learn. I sympathize with them, I can’t sing either, but there’s no shame It doesn’t matter. There’s no one to hear me if I join in. —   Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by […]