The Bar Of Grief Comments
Upturned bottles once lined with military order
on dusty, termite-rotten shelves.Fingerprints,
clear spaces of use, caught by the shafts of daylight
through pin-holes where nails have been.
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Hi Frances Finally - time to read and write! This millenium is already too crowded! I like the human essence that pours through objects of this poem - objects of pain and what is hoped to be forgotten. But now charge it with your own heart - but make a new poem. I suppose that's a non-criticism - a new door. Anne
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7/19/2025 4:17:24 PM # 1.0.0
No, (in case anyone was wondering) I am not and never have been troubled with alcohol. In fact, I can't drink because it poisons me... but I can imagine.