Poetry in the raw.

That's right...two Wednesdays in a row! Let's hear it for lit night! Let's try a bit of applied haiku tonight. This one is written today, published tonight. How's that for efficiency?




Slow burn. With a taste,
Beaujolais glares trickle from
Dark fermentation

In thirsty vineyards,
Carefully hidden, tended
To lush excesses.

Your riddle entwined,
Veiled in the blithe tannins of
A transient smile

Awash amongst the
Steep nose, frail legs of the glass
Of Dionysus.