By Poet Laureate Christopher Watkins   Pruning Early morning, and like middle-schoolerschicken-pimpled beside a swimming pool, the once-mighty vines stand humble, naked in their rows;I swear they’re shivering—a finishi...

By Poet Laureate Christopher Watkins   NovemberCold among the vines;thin brown stems shod of their canopybristling in the wicked breezes;so strange to see the far side of a row,when only weeks ago sight lineswere choked wi...

Christopher Watkins is a man of many talents. You might know him as our resident poet laureate here on LENNDEVOURS. Or, you might know him as the operations manager and tasting room czar at Roanoke Vineyards. Still other people...

All Seasons Every Day -or- When You Have Mother Nature As A Business Partner -or-The Vineyard Manager’s Long Island BluesBy Christopher Watkins In this hand I hold water, in this hand I hold heat. Call them rain and sun, but ...

You probably recognize the name Christopher Watkins. Not only is he the new director of ops at Roanoke Vineyards, but LENNDEVOURS readers will also now this writer/musician/artist as our poet laureate. He also happens to be one...

As winter slows and we look to spring, LENNDEVOURS’ Poet Laureate, Christopher Watkins presents a piece about what this time means for grape vines that have been sleeping during the cold months. One LastBy Christopher Wat...

It is with great pleasure that I introduce you to LENNDEVOURS’ newest contributor, and first poet laureate, Christopher Watkins. Chris is a poet and songwriter. His chapbook "Short Houses With Wide Porches" is f...