Written by a pure wine lover. My Father would love this fine poem. He lived until 87 drinking wine with his dinner. Great job as always, Deborah.
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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John
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony