Tag Archives: Art Heifetz

Old Vines

we’re old vines you and I our best vintages a pretty memory but our fruit retains some sweetness yet the first frost hasn’t touched it it’s ready to be plucked and pressed into the second wine, la piquette, consumed in … Continue reading

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Sometimes I Dream a Poem

Sometimes I dream a poem. It rubs its eyes and wakes up with the perfect features of a newborn child. I rock it in my arms and think of a good name. More often, I wrestle with the words like … Continue reading

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