Table of Contents

Soaked in rays of happenstance sights


If the Sun will Rise again Tomorrow

To Give and to Receive

Intentionally Unsweetened

Perceived Mentors

Stop Eating Me I’m Only Skin And Bone

You Were Born in my Memory

Dust Covered Windows

Before the Season Ends


Pouring Wine

Helium Balloon

Old Hand Holds Hanging Lantern

Evan Buckiewicz

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Pouring Wine

Do you know how to pour a glass of wine?

The falling crimson liquid,

for a proper glass,

will never reach the brim.

Let it fill just past halfway,

making sure to stop at exactly the right point:

where the smooth, curved glass

begins its upwards arch.


Though for you, my dear,

I can’t help but fill the entire cup,

and keep pouring as it overflows;

tilting the bottle further and further

to the point where it’s facing down in a vertical line –

the glass coated in falling wine

a fountain of energy misspent,

staining the tablecloth

spilling out

until the bottle’s empty.