On Vineyards and Vengeance

Espaliered vines hang like convicts, strung out in the vineyards as portent to passers by. But the tasting rooms are open with cheeses, retribution and grim justice – verdicts of wine. I see them, the tasters, the gawkers, giddy on the road for sips of vengeance and sublimation. I see them, glued to the glass, […]

Mine Eyes

Sing forth the treasons, the seasons have been sung long before revolting – D minored the winter, G majored the spring… Beh, the seasons never heard these grovelling breaths, but sucked them deaf up. Give lung to the unbreathed rumors squat below the bridge, these tumors unskinned, revealed pulsing on our red, white – blue […]