Monday, December 3, 2018

The Slow Burn. by Joanne Olivieri



He likes his whiskey
like his women
hot and tasty with a slow burn.
Light on the nose
earthy wood notes
sweet aftertaste.
A long, slow burn
sits on the tongue
down the palate
swallowed

intoxicating.






Joanne has been writing for 50 years. She is a published poet and photographer. Her works have appeared in numerous in print and online publications such as The Parnassus Literary Journal, Westward
Quarterly, Cajun Mutt Press, The San Diego Arts and Poets Magazine, Nomads Choir, SP
Quill, just to name a few. She was awarded a round-trip ticket to Hong Kong in 2007 by Cathay Pacific Airways for her winning entry in their poetry contest. Joanne is the founder and editor of Stanzaic Stylings
Literary Ezine.
Joanne enjoys reading, writing, collecting old poetry books, live music concerts, roaming art galleries and museums, leisurely lunches with
friends in diners, getting out in nature with her camera and making toys for and playing with her feathered companion, Sammers  You can learn all there is to know about her by visiting her website/blog

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