Hello, writers, readers and creative thinkers. I greet you with joy and deepest appreciation for you and your gift.

It really is never a dull day or sad rainy day when I can get up and write and stretch my creative muscles. I enjoy the flow and rhythms of my mother tongue.

The delightful flavors of accented words. The placement of one high brow word in a sea of common words make my mouth water and my tongue taste the sweetness of discovery.

Rhetorical speech has it’s power and punch when needed. In poetry and the art of communicating ideas in a single compact hit. I didn’t choose to be labeled a man. I was born a spoon and so respect it.

The dialectic speech has it practical and effectiveness. A statistical analysis of a fifty plus year policy enacted in a country in the 20th century should be considered in light of the regression of IQ rates and moral degeneration in said country would be a fruitful education for the reader.

The song, of my modern life will go on. Pay no attention to the poor writer in the corner. No, I mean it. Please pay no attention to me. I’m having a party over here with my verbs and adjectives. It’s a private party I hope you understand.

L. M. Parker