martini
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The Meaning of Life
Two martinis now within,just east of my usual filters,I'm close to asking the waiter,"What do you think is the meaning of life?What, in you opinion, is the point?" My notebook and penwait open beside my now-empty plate. But alas,perhaps a… Continue reading
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My Grandmother
When asked to do something,my grandmother (clever woman) would often answer,"I would, but I have a bone in my leg."For years I fell for this."Did you know Gramma has a bone in her leg?"I would ask my mother. Now, however,I've… Continue reading
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Martini, Up with a Twist
A glass clear as its contents,liquid cradled by cupped crystal hands,the stem a frozen stream of water,icy cold to the touch. The faint tang of lemon reaches me first,then the sharp angularity of a Winter morning. I sip, clear the air, flush the… Continue reading