Canute Limarider

Joined December 2025

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I'm a writer, cyclist, bassist, reader, retired USAF pilot w/ 3 masters' degrees & a $5 spot. With the latter, I can easily afford a 12 oz. coffee. Woot! Woot!

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Hate Ain't Great
How can you hate me and not know me? In veinte-veinte I wrote this thing, sort of a satirical sing-song thing because there was so much hate, discontent and vitriol going around. I called it "Ain't Hate Great?" The first verse went like this:
By Canute Limarider12 days ago in Writers
Thoughts on Plot and Structure
If you say that plots are limited, that there are only so many ways a story can go, can move its way into the reader's mind, walk around and influence things while it's there, can end…if you are one who says that, my humble assessment is you may have erred, miscalculated, misspoken.
By Canute Limarider12 days ago in Fiction
Freedom Isn't Free
She has scars on her back. Four of them. I felt them the first night we were together. Eventually, after we had been together for some months, I asked her if I could see them. She reluctantly agreed, pulled off her shirt, turned around.
By Canute Limarider16 days ago in Fiction
The Hard Truths
The hard truths are just gonna go unsaid They can build their abode, live in my head Because when they occupy the space between us instead
By Canute Limarider17 days ago in Poets
Winter Solstice
“I really wanna do that next year. Don’t you?" “Do what? I wasn’t watching.” “Oh, my god. Put the phone down and join us up here in the real world, will ya?!”
By Canute Limarider20 days ago in Fiction
The Bloop Man
“Wanna hear the one about the bloop man?” “No.” “Oh, come on! Why not? What the hell’s the matter with you?” “Dude, you already told it to me!”
By Canute Limarider22 days ago in Fiction
A Dirge for My Danners
When I was forty I said Or at least I thunk it in my head: I put my feet up on that grill My boots are burned there still
By Canute Limarider23 days ago in Poets
Beds are Burning
What’s that sound? Oh, we’re burning your bed They said And I couldn’t wrap that Around my head Or vice versa Instead
By Canute Limarider24 days ago in Poets
Time
When you’re born you don’t know its meaning Demands are just sleep, food and cleaning It passes so fast Folks wish it would last
By Canute Limarider27 days ago in Poets
The Flight of a Thought
An idea came To the tip of my brain Sat on the cliff Looked over the precipice Teetered there... And fell Outstretched synapses
By Canute Limarider27 days ago in Poets

Canute Limarider

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Hate Ain't Great

Thoughts on Plot and Structure

Freedom Isn't Free

The Hard Truths

Winter Solstice

The Bloop Man

A Windy Winter Walk

A Dirge for My Danners

Doggie Dreams

Beds are Burning

Time

The Flight of a Thought

Canute Limarider

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Hate Ain't Great

Thoughts on Plot and Structure

Freedom Isn't Free

The Hard Truths

Winter Solstice

The Bloop Man

A Windy Winter Walk

A Dirge for My Danners

Doggie Dreams

Beds are Burning

Time

The Flight of a Thought

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