Wine

There’s more wine to drink
these days, and less money
to buy it. Don’t say
I’m running when I inhale
my grape. It’s more like
singing out of fear. When
I drink, I stand my ground.
When I sing, I become
more than I am or maybe ever will be.


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Poet, composer of music, lawyer, aspiring teacher and spoken-word performer, L. Ward Abel lives in rural Georgia, and has been published at The Reader, The Yale Anglers’ Journal, Versal, The Pedestal, Pale House, Kritya, Ditch, Open Wide, Moloch, and hundreds of others. Abel has recently been nominated for “Best of the Web” by Dead Mule and The Northville Review. He is the author of Peach Box and Verge (Little Poem Press, 2003), Jonesing For Byzantium (UK Authors Press, 2006) and the recently released The Heat of Blooming (Pudding House Press, 2008).

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