Vines, Wines, and Lines

Thoughts from a life filled, to different levels in different bottles, with writing, gardening, antiquing, drawing and painting, musing, musicking, and wine. Vines are the growth of the moment; wines, reflections back on that growth, from a distance. And lines, musical or otherwise, reflect them both.

"A writer and a thinker." -- Katherine MacLean

Tuesday, March 4, 2025

State of the Union, 2025

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So — soon he will proclaim his innocence of being what he is. I guess that all along, though, his projected, spittled sense of injury...
Monday, January 20, 2025

This Is Another Country

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This is another country from the one we lived in yesterday. Here, with a gun held to our temples; with the threat of rape and graft an...
Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Imagine Yourself

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Imagine yourself buried in the grass and leaves — piled high on some wet winter day by unseen hands that had an hour to pass in mischie...
Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Our Scottiedogs, December 14th . . . (posted for the 25th)

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Fat Santa rides a red firetruck outside our house; and with his bark that bites our Hutton festively shouts, "WTF?" Loud siren...
Saturday, December 21, 2024

Happy Winter Solstice 2024

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What might we mean, in saying days will gain in light? Will we be glad when darkness wanes by slow degrees? Is darkness some age-pain ...
Saturday, June 1, 2024

Humpty Dumpty

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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. So astoundingly full of hot air was he his men believed he would grumptiously rebound like a ball, in even...
Tuesday, July 11, 2023

Part I:

The Events Leading Down to Biography:
On Writing Kornbluth

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Twenty or more years ago ... how did it feel, the haunting, at first? I noticed nothing — except that while sitting in a Greyhound ...
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