Seen barrels, the contents. Part of a bottled being. Onset. Wondering where poetry’s voices Went. I’ll be sent. […]

bottledaux, taking shape.  Never losing any Literary contemplativeness.  Today at winery, met another camera-carrying character much like Self– […]

Soon, processed. Seems too sterile a word for this lovely level. What I’m capturing, truest magic. Each row, […]