Drinking

Strangers — Part Two

One more beer won’t hurt — right?

Strangers — Part One

Exactly who is this guy on the bar stool next to me?

A Toast

A Toast for the thirsty

A toast! 
For the thirstiest among us
to forgetting tomorrow — 
no matter her…

At The Bar

Poetry

At the bar two men girded me
the left drank ale
while the right one said:
“Go west, there’s always a…

The Sonneteer

A sonnet

DO-RE-MI-FA-SOL, LA-DEE,DA-DEE-A.
Why don’t you sit down and just drink your beer?
And who do…