Food Poetry: Wine Published by Jonell Galloway+ Thursday, January 20, 2011 Permalink 0 by Christina Daub Wine Photo courtesy of Paul, Free Digital. Sometimes wine is a river you flower in, the tight buds of your lips opening to sip, to swallow a dark sun in. You smile as the world unmoors itself and words float out in unfamiliar tongues. The grape’s too perfect Continue Reading… Never miss a post Name: Your email address:* Please enter all required fields Correct invalid entries Please choose a color: