1:06am. Still awake, writing. Going for 2am. Well, I’m justing letting anyone actually reading that I COULD write […]
Journals
“This wine is full of itself,” a lady, on the second tour I did today, said. There was […]
Only Sonoma Coast/Sonoma County could, can, produce a Pinot with this type of delightful disruption. Imagining mySelf again […]
3/17/12 – 9:46am. Barrel tasting, Sonoma Valley. For sure this time. Feeling tired from the wine I had […]
This morning, rain, wind. Time, 8:30a. Me, with coffee, session’d. Staying home from work, just to keep an […]
Just as Hemingway wrote 500+ words per day, I’ll sprint for the same over the next 34 minutes. […]
Collecting mySelf, written scatter, while little Jack collects himSelf in front of me. Is he dreaming? Hard to […]
9:37am. Second cup. With a little mocha mix that Mom brought over yesterday. Day 3, no mocha from […]
Now I feel better. Typed a poem I wrote yesterday, while walking in St. Francis’ Wild Oak Vineyard, […]
My standalone verses are starting to collect. Think I have some material I can throw together for a […]