friends and new observations, portraits of Russian River and viticultural empiricism. Sounds of dried leaves, step step step… […]
lectures
late, 11:37 with nightcap, listening to Delilah by Hutcherson. Relaxing, and something that Mom said to me tonight […]
logged. Have to enter some pieces and entries into my new writing ledger, that I have to keep […]
Or at least pause. Have been working on mmc since I walked through the door, after watering the […]
Not at all coy with its confident composition– cherry and some plum-esque suggestion coupled with ripe earth and […]
10:04, Mom and Dad left, and me here with the Pinot, the one a “friend” at work aside […]
where I now sit and write I heard a student behind me, young girl with two other girl […]
Sometimes I just stare. At the vineyard and the wine in the glass– sometimes it’s not about tasting […]
Early, rushing and moving as quick as this non-caffeinated vessel will let. Drop Kerouac off at school, then […]
Finally had a run like I used to, waking before my alarming time of 4:30, launching at 4:45, […]