Merlot in. The berries looked amazing. Saw it crushed, de-stemmed, put in bin. Dry ice for cold soak, […]
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8:42am. [10/17] Leaving. Long day. Just graded two papers. Convinced Self I deserve a mocha. So off I […]
10/15/12. Jack, 8 months today. Time passing with more anger. Least that’s how the writer’s taking it. Lots […]
Seen barrels, the contents. Part of a bottled being. Onset. Wondering where poetry’s voices Went. I’ll be sent. […]
He rests. I watch. Not so Much standing guard as just Observing. Exhibit, art gallery- esque. He probably […]
bottledaux, taking shape. Never losing any Literary contemplativeness. Today at winery, met another camera-carrying character much like Self– […]
10/4/12. An artisan beer, crafted by a coworker, and a bottle of ’09 Russian River Pinot for night’s […]
10/2/12. Tuesday/Sunday. Typing next to Jack. His position on this couch, fiddling with toys, shapes, animals, varied trinkets […]
Hooked in being hooked, harpooned by my own dreams. Ink, ink, ink, I’m reminded. Can’t I just go […]
Typing a bit before I leap over to ink, pages. Need more condensed sense. Tomorrow, probably no time […]