Monte Bello Rain Poem Raindrops on my windshield pop like skaters on white ice, their sequins catching light as might a nickel in a fountain. Art Pepper’s mournful horn plays the mist its own low waltz; I feel… Read More ›
All things Monte Bello.
A Vineyard In Winter -or- Of Course You Can Go Home Again, But Is There Someone Waiting? -or- Homecomings Of The Wine Gnome
The Vineyard in Winter. It strikes me that a January vine is not unlike an empty-nested parent. The children are gone now. Bouncing from weird relationship to weird relationship. Bouncing checks. Bouncing in beanbags that obscure the growth of mushrooms in the… Read More ›
It’s 2012 now. Twelve months, twelve First Fridays. One done, eleven to go. It was a beautiful evening on the mountain … And First Friday was nearly afoot … The nibbles were nigh … Including my 2006 Lytton Estate Grenache-infused… Read More ›
…There’s a dragon with matches that’s loose on the town… … A fire in the sky …