A Brightful Sound
My dear, our tree, a brightful sound, Its mel’dy tears the darkness down, And offers up a thrilling voice That …
My dear, our tree, a brightful sound, Its mel’dy tears the darkness down, And offers up a thrilling voice That …
I’ve not shared a poem in a while. Here’s the most recent — a poem in honor of my son, …
I know that what I do here at Angelsportion is principally devoted to whisky. Ah, ’tis true. And yet, if …
What do you get the whisky lover who has everything? 358 pages of whisky awesomeness! The Angels’ Portion paperback and …
I was just sitting here in my office and watching my youngest daughter work on a picture while I typed …
“When did you first love me?” she asks, yet again. “I await your reply. Did it happen just when We …
Been such a long while, Since the planets were made, Since first shone the sun and trees first gave their …
Time for Bed “I’ve no time for you,” The little girl said While playing with friends In the soft flower …
Allow for me to gently lend A hand to those who would Venture to enjoy a Scotch I’d gladly say …
There’s a sound I do not hear. It is not heralding victory from atop the recess jungle gym. It is …