Words are so much a part of our every day lives, though thinking back over history this has not always been. In years gone by there were few daily instances where most people were required to read as much as we are today. Perhaps the daily newspaper, some ledgers, and occasional item in the mail, a catalogue or broadside were the bulk of a persons reading. A label on a product, perhaps a handed down…
Once there was a little boy named Neftalí who loved wild things wildly and quiet things quietly. From the moment he could talk, he surrounded himself with words. Neftalí discovered the magic between the pages of books. When he was sixteen, he began publishing his poems as Pablo Neruda. Pablo wrote poems about the things he loved―things made by his friends in the café, things found at the marketplace, and things he saw in nature.…
This is the Memorial Day Weekend the traditional start to summer vacation and travel. Whether travel is in your plans for today or during the summer, or simply a short trip to the store or shopping mall I offer this little verse. Perhaps you might wish to keep this handy as a prompt to yourself when ever you sit behind the steering wheel of your vehicle. And if you do not find this verse favorable…
I recently stumbled upon a junk store. I call it a junk store because unlike an antique store or a thrift store there is no attempt in this store to be organized, to highlight or even consider anything precious. Items are piled upon each other without regard to logic or organization. In fact the only organization I have learned is that when an estate is acquired the unsold items from a sale are simply…
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