Tag Archives: wine

Seven years after she makes her escape

,  all she remembers is blood -red wine in fragile glasses,  and empty plates the color of bone.   ::twiglet #225

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seeing red

the anger fades in lurid liquid shades of burgundymerlotsangria ,and the claret-y comes in wine and waves,saves us slowly sip by sip.  we slip our hands together in prayerand painand praise of slight squashed dreams and mangled grapes.  Linda’s got a great word for us over at dVerse … Continue reading

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16 ounces of cheap, convenient wine

.. nine healthy male cyclists once told her the red had heart-healing properties. she makes an exception on tuesdays, when the rum’s served cold. and sundays are for melted chocolate served over vanilla heaven. (good for the soul.) the rest … Continue reading

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Tantrum

… Right up until about 4pm, everything was fine. Now, it’s time to give Mommy a naughty chair, and a sippy cup ……………………of wine.     ..    

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this poem is a smallish smudge

.. that just won’t budge, or swim, or take a decent bath. it’s stained in both strained peas and song, the quiet longing of a scrib -bled cloud. it leaks out loud, of ink and salt and ‘not my fault’ … Continue reading

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