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The Perils of Good Wine
There is a line, a bellwether that tells a writer that what he or she has to say is worth the effort of climbing the stairs and saying it in print. That line is divined in the level of wine in a wine...
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Freezing at the Lake
Start a fire then read The smoke Signals Reassurance The future overhead Trails moving Downwind With hope And happiness Or, As told in the levels Of warmth and riesling, Sipping anticipation And...
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THURSDAY NIGHTS
Formerly my Fridays With “the girls” Now, part-time Poet Teacher Vain fool Driving home still The same Wine-happy two glasses on The edge a lonesome reality Truck cab filled with Some inane tune Not...
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WHAT THE GODS KNEW
No “why?” of golden age At peace with my life-sustaining Looped desires on fixed stage No things to want remaining Labored fact, age doth bring Leaves Chronus parsing truth Calypso discovered not a...
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AROUND THE HOUSE IN A BAD MOOD
I awake from unremembered dreams troubled yet I’ve slept well In spite of worldwide poverty, Death and destruction – a chronicle of Certain doom for the open sores; souls Vulnerable to the underside...
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This Much I Know is True: My Last Day of 2013
On this last day of 2013 I am weary of new year’s resolutions – you know those promises we make to ourselves that have a shelf-life of twenty minutes – sixty if I’m lucky. I awoke this morning...
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