Nathaniel S Rounds’ poem 567903ASDW appeared here in April 2012. Vodka By Nathaniel S Rounds Tolstoy, I adore your companyBut there are times whenI think that good wine of good vintageSelected for its single bottle offeringIs better than pouringFevered intoxication over grain in the table’s surfaceFor highlighted detail and accentuation I can’t cut through your sulfur and […]