Tomorrow is the last day of harvest. The last day of my first harvest season. We will put all the wines that we have labored over for almost two months to barrel and to bed. How did THAT happen? Thanksgiving Day snuck up on me like a puma, leering at me through the woods of…
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Writer, explorer, and keeper of Alder the dog.
Eight Tons
It’s 11:30 here; about an hour ago I woke up from a nap, completely disoriented, with no idea what day or time it was, and frantically worried that I was somehow late for work in the morning. When I regained some sense of personhood, I realized that I was not, in fact, late for work…
Read MoreSo, wine tasting today!
There you go. I told you why I’m doing this. Now it’s time to get into the nitty gritty of actually writing (oh gosh, this already feels like work!) about my wine experiences. Today I went wine tasting in Dundee (Oregon) with Sky (with whom I am living) and her friend Michele, who is a…
Read MoreWine blogging?
Oh hey, guys… So, I kind of like wine. A lot. Maybe a little more than is reasonable and/or appropriate. I’m trying to learn as much as possible about wine in as short a time as possible – to the extent that I went out and bought an MCAT book over the summer so I…
Read MoreFall (Into The Leaves)
Is it a coincidence that “fall” (v) is synonymous with “diminish; tumble; crash; cascade; recede; regress; lessen”? –That “fall” (n.) is synonymous with “plummet; decline; lapse; downfall; loss; ruin; humiliation”? The last one seems especially apt. Fall has a terrible promise to it that I cannot escape, year after year. I am caught in the…
Read MorePetrarch (reprise)
“Joy: I am burning with a passionate love. Reason: You are right to say burning. For love is a hidden fire, a pleasing wound, a sweet bitterness, a delightful disease, an agreeable torture, a charming death…” I love this guy.
Read MoreInstantaneous
transient, mortal moments glow like fireflies in sweaty summer air a sparkling canvas united against the black banner of night burst like meteors streaking brightly across the sky doomed to fall
Read MoreScraps & Thoughts
you my paranoid obsession me a vector in your direction // The night brings a consumptive melancholy Its fingers caress my skin like A scalpel Surgically removing what remains from daylight A tired terror drives this apathetic synthesis of dissonance and relief // “Oh we flee the scene of our little crime We feel so…
Read MoreMagnets and Miracles
“Beyond the horizon of the plane we had lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundray The ringing of the division bell had begun … Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us To a glimpse of how green it was on the…
Read MoreA Vessel
I. Fire Though you, too, consume oxygen, you are not fire You do not burn You do not combust You do not spark You do not cackle II. Water Though you, too, ebb and flow, you are not water You do not rain You do not cloud You do not bubble You cannot wash III.…
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The Z-Axis 