here. Here. In this glass. In this room. In this breath and wink. Aware of all around me […]
Poems
And yes, I would say “officially”. For a number of reasons. Appeasing my hunger and addiction to wine […]
11 & 12 Both these Zins defy the jammy, gelatinous paradigm. They profess art, deserving of readership, forcing […]
The day ahead of me, not ahead of me. Hasn’t yet happened. What do I want from it… […]
Behind the counter you see things. Songs told and radiciform, romantic circulation and flown to where she wants […]
Wine is a trap. Me, eased and easily eager 2B caught.
3 A more fun and universal style and shape, step of SB that I’ve met of late. She […]
in the consciousness quantities, quandaries, quagmires– What makes her so visual and lovely.
The Malbec from last night, just the wine I’d want to make. 06:30 now, coffee made, and I’m […]
My children remind me of me… What I need to do. And how I always need to do […]