Vingt Vingt: A poem by Judy O’Kane
Vingt Vingt Vingt vingt:vin vin, you said,as we looked out into a new year, and for a momentwe could see clearly—20/20—we could see vines laid like…
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From Central Otago: Two poems by Judy O’Kane
Tasting Notes: Central Otago Schistshimmering,Central Otago, midsummer,our glasses swirling,straw-lined spittoon at our feet as the siphondips down into the…
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