Have to make up for 20 years in one– Think myself no dummy, beers and rum none, Focused […]
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Hold in anxiety, then let it dissolve to some frothy nothing. MY day is my day, a row […]
Swing open, watch out. Too quick, in rush, why– Slow, slower, breathe.
tonight, poems and prose to be read. Jack and I now watch some carton before bed. Only now […]
4:13— late lunch at winery, so I’m in the office of the club manager, one I occasionally share […]
Writing freely this last day at Solano. My “absentee form” which the twit clerk said was so crucial […]
10:04, Mom and Dad left, and me here with the Pinot, the one a “friend” at work aside […]
Later in day, after work, actually night and I feel advanced and at the same time still. Haven’t […]
wine exploration, my new attitude and forum for the bottles, tomorrow. And in morrow, early wake. This morning […]
Attestedly, Pinot and I have a flimsy relationship– we bicker, we contest, we ardently altercate. But not tonight.. […]