Some words sound awful but feel great -- like the word f--k. To me, the word blog sounds awful. But I’m in high hopes that blogging is as much fun as -- well, you get the drift!

What do I hope to offer readers? Droll innuendos, wry ambiguities, perhaps a few benign malapropisms.

Mostly, I’ll offer for your enjoyment and for your comment some of my writings: some poems, some vignettes, a novel or two. And also offer my comments on your completed or in progress works.

I assume that writers are also readers -- voracious readers! I will read the label on a ketchup bottle (without comprehending a thing) if nothing else is available.

But why use the word drift in the title of this blog? Of the 19 definitions of drift offered by my dictionary (v.tr, v.intr, n.), I’m using the shortest one -- “general meaning or purport; tenor.” I don’t want to stray off course or pile up like drifted snow. I want to promote an ergonomic vocabulary ... to use a small word that can toss a ton of meaning ... to create cherry-bomb phrases ... to bathe puny letters with explosive ideas!

Lest I drift aimlessly downstream, here’s a poem I wrote for my sixth grandchild. I regret not writing a poem for the first five.

To Ava

On her first Christmas

December 25, 2009

Almost magic, she’s become a

Vital part of life to

All who know her. We are

Blessed by smiles and coos that

Evoke family and spiritual

Love that binds us and

Lifts our souls to hear the

Echos of angels’ wings.