Anything can happen on a summer afternoon
On a lazy dazy golden hazy summer afternoon
Lily Tuck
And the sun finally shines upon the Northwest, the days are warm, and the Web is having a summer rally.
A poet reminds us of the long forgotten craft of sending postcards.
While the Spice Girls at the Olympic closing ceremony amused me more than I care to admit, I was far more impressed by word of what the Olympics used to be and could be now without any difficulty.
A psychotherapist suggests that writing and reading poetry can have therapeutic value.
I learned from more than I need to know about England during the last two exhausting weeks, including the fact that people still like to read over there and gather together in groups to talk about its practical value.
Earlier this summer I read about a very special perfect moment experienced by a musician while talking to someone who sounds a lot like someone I know.
New Websites sprout like the dandelions in the grass around here, including one that is so rich in intellectual fare that it has entered the exclusive realm of my Firefox bookmarks.
