Golgotha, to me, was prime real-estate
For advertisers.
The highway, state-of-the-art local stone
Laid by Romans,
Was broad, and all found it
Easy to traverse.
But they squandered their chance
And stumbled,
Adorning the rock with crosses,
Row on row,
Where billboards could have been.
Think of the losses!
Think of the indignity
Done to the community
As we erected stalls and stands
In the looming shadow
Of those gasping criminals.
Tis a bad business.
Todd Anderson (Stuff of the Rind, Sand and Sail, The Reluctant Prophet) writes the newsletter Mirth to share a behind-the-scenes look at his writing process as well as to offer readers the first fruits of his poetry and reflections. He grew up in the forests of small-town Ontario, contending against nature in all its beauty and harshness. His training as a literary scholar of Latin and English literature inflects his love of poignant turns of phrase, but it is the influence of his family and their myriad adventures together that infuses his story-telling and poetry with its substance and power. Todd lives and writes in Ottawa with his wife and six children. If you are interested in supporting Todd’s work, please follow the links below to donate or buy his books.
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