This was a poem I wrote for the poetry class I'm in. We were reading a poetry book: The Stuntman by Brian Ladilaw (If you've never read him, check him out! He writes some weird stuff, but it's absolutely beautiful). Anyway, this poem was inspired by a poem of his…
I woke up in the morning just before the sunrise and at first i did not know what to do, but then i had this idea to write "Blue Velvet Story" just like that.So i wrote the first six lines in the morning and the rest i finished in other…
Greek wine brought in capital from other European countries, it was traded and exported to. Dionysos, or Bacchus in Roman culture, had a powerful influence because of how successful Greek wine was, and I realize he is more than just a symbol.
The name Regina Viarum might ring a few bells for some. You could be thinking of the Appian Way in Italy: the ancient Roman road connecting the capital with the Mediterranean port of Brundisium, but no. On this occasion I’m referring to one of the most prestigious wineries (bodegas) in…
A funny essay about the work place meeting. ****spoiler alert*** No bosses or co-workers were harmed in the writing of this essay. This is for anybody that has ever attended a meeting at work and felt like they were in prison. Even if you never attend a meeting then let…
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper time…
Over the wall and on the Vine
Rests virgin Harvest Grape
Georgia Plump Grape… Merlot
insatiable warm glory of the sunrise.
Apollo’s toasting Zeus as
A sacrificial Bull is slaughtered.
Europe yielding in stride its
A treasure of produce under seven starry nights
a midst a…
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the water’s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters.
Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a backyard inventory of life…
Marion is permitted to go to the bar on one condition: "Don't get tangled up with a man you think you are going to marry". But when she runs into a man she hasn't seen since junior high, a feeling sparks. We also meet Melanie, Marion's best friend who is…