Spilling some more of myself out on the page.
Some ramblings/musings on language.
I am not a very athletic person, but my curiosity and desire for knowledge prompted me to investigate the world of sports for an afternoon, in an attempt to teach myself something and also help me understand others better. 🙂
A train-of-thought bit of poetry, born from just one thought, which starts off the whole poem.
Something a bit more optimistic today.
Another highly personal poem, on a topic I’ve touched upon before.
“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”
These words, a translation from ancient Greek describing the Persian courier service c. 500 BC, are inscribed on the James Farley Post Office in New York City. Through the years these words, in whatever form you remember them by, has in many minds become associated with the US Postal Service itself, though the words originally had no relation to them.