Posts Tagged ‘wine poetry’
“Pruning” by Christopher Watkins
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...
“December Sonnet” by Christopher Watkins
By Poet Laureate Christopher Watkins December SonnetNow the corn mazes truly are frightening;bedraggled hulking husks of a sinister thinness,looming and swaying over the tamped-down pathslittered with their fallen hides —ochr...
“November” by Christopher Watkins
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...
The Morning When The ‘Never Look At Grapes In The Rain’ Rule Was Broken
By Poet Laureate Christopher Watkins Wet socks and all, we trudge the rows, black umbrellas breaking backwards like the battered wings of jackdaws in the winter. It’s earl...
“The Dream In Which The Winos Find Their Morals, Draw A Line, And Take A Stand” By Christopher Watkins
The Dream In Which The Winos Find Their Morals, Draw A Line, And Take A Stand By Christopher Watkins In the dream we are sleeping in the last row of Merlot to the west, before the Cabernet Sauvignon; the air is weaving, lush an...
“All Seasons Every Day” by Christopher Watkins
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 ...
“May” by Christopher Watkins
By Christopher Watkins In a warm kitchen in Stony Brook,above a heated stove,a bearded chef keeps two eyes fastenedto a metal pot,but the water doesn’t boil. On a platform in Port Jefferson,dampened by the rain,a small, y...
Ballad of the Pour Man and the Well-Known Wine Reviewer
By Christopher Watkins As if, in opposite corners, our trainers had just told us to “Go out there and get ‘em,” we square off, I on the wine side of the bar, you on the other. What, I wonder, is there in your armor in the...
One Last
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...
Introducing Christopher Watkins, LENNDEVOURS’ Poet Laureate
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...
