I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees.
from Pablo Neruda’s “Every Day You Play”
Photo credit: JRennocks, CC BY 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
— Sarah Dessen
(This quote was found on the Ravenous Butterflies Facebook page.)
I clean my coffeemaker with same care and precision with which a Marine cleans his rifle.
The difference, of course, is that coffee PREVENTS me from killing people.
I am absolutely honored today to see Spillwords Press publish my love poem, “At the Coffee Shop” — and to further see it included in the literary magazine’s special “Featured Posts” section.
You can find the poem right here.
Thanks once again to Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to showcase my work in this outstanding online periodical!
DC Comics.
I finally got a shot of the heron that hangs out around the beaver dam (?) down at the Roanoke River.
Friend: “Are there people that don’t like dad jokes and puns?”
Me: “If there are, then the father away they are from me, the better.”
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 