Showing posts with label Whiskey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whiskey. Show all posts
Thursday, December 13, 2018

Bookish

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Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Comfort for a Sore Throat

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A hot toddy and a good book: The Fall of the Kings by Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman. I think this is my third reading.
Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Comfort Before Revising

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Thursday, May 17, 2018

Drowning Atlantis

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I need to swim. Right now, the water-of-life goes down like water. When I am swimming regularly, putting in the laps, day after day, I...
Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Stirrup Cup

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Glen-What-The-Hell. Sure tastes good tonight.
Sunday, July 24, 2016

No Irish in Castle Lumley

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I tried to order Irish in the Library Bar of Lumley Castle, Chester-le-Street, Durham, but they only had whisky. No Bushmills. Glenfidda...
Thursday, July 14, 2016

I Lost 10 Pounds While On Vacation

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The sore throat I picked up in York cut short the ale-and whisky-swilling.
Friday, April 15, 2016

Whiskey Friday

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Or, The Devil Is In The Details Body English : sculpture mix; transparent brown and shino glazing. 20-minute exercise.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Whiskey With Ice; Leaping From Zeus

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RANDOM THOUGHTS OF THE DAY ____________________________ "No, I still drink whiskey with ice." My response when the dental hyg...
Friday, October 3, 2014

Irish on the Rocks with a Splash

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Identikit II?
Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Old School

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"Someone . . . reading a book . . . ." --the voice almost disbelieving, wistful-- Pt. Richmond passerby's observation a...
Friday, November 29, 2013

Prepping For Class

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Kem Nunn's first novel,  Tapping the Source; Bushmills; and the Eelfish. In between chapters, I'm contemplating Point Molate and...
Friday, September 13, 2013

Comfort Comes In Many Guises

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Friday, July 26, 2013

Lighting By Bushmills -- And Brendan Kennelly

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Self-Portrait #52. "We are all occasionally turned to stone by what we witness, think and feel.  Out of that same selfstone, the im...

Printer's Devil

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One of my poems in print.  
Monday, June 3, 2013

Just Shy Of Fifty-Two

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I've outlived Keats, Shelley, and Byron by a considerable margin with not all that much to show for it. The heat is on, then, to mak...
Sunday, February 3, 2013

"Hooked, Slimed, and Gutted"

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SONG: "CABIN'D, CRIBB'D, CONFIN'D" There's a hammer in the head And a pounding at the door. You'll never ...
Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Shall I Pour For You Too?

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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Identikit

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Water, salt; paper, bound; clay, wet; forest, kelp; beach, jade; whiskey, Irish; friends, true. --April 9, 2008 I just rediscovered this...