Saturday, September 29, 2018

UN-HAPPY HOUR. by Graye Meadows



Just as her poetry can sometimes prove dark, Graye has a black thumb……and can’t keep plants alive. But, ever the dreamer, she meanders about her heart, penning petals on page, hoping to create a meadow. At times, she shares her work on Instagram. You can also say “hello” to her on Goodreads. She is thrilled and grateful to see her work here at The Whiskey!
Instagram @grayemeadows.poet
Goodreads Graye Meadows Poet




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3 comments:

  1. Dah September 30, 2018 at 7:30 AM

    A unique piece of work.

    On the island of Mykonos, Greece (I was there in August),
    Happy Hour starts at 11:AM.


    Bravo, GrayePoet!

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    1. UnknownSeptember 30, 2018 at 10:59 AM

      Thank you, Dah! I truly appreciate your kind words. And 11:AM happy hour? Well, it’s neber too early for mimosas! Haha

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  2. UnknownSeptember 30, 2018 at 11:47 AM

    A sincere thanks to Mr. John Patrick Robbins for letting me pull up a stool and sit a spell at The Rye Whiskey Review! Cheers!

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