Drinking

Arrival

I don't remember the brothers' names, but I do remember their eagerness for me to try their national drink. I thought I would die for a moment, just before being reborn.

Poems | Drinking, Living | 2023

Seven

Putting Sunday after Saturday was a good move.

Poems | Drinking | 2023

Riverboat

Other people's boats are the best.

Poems | Drinking | 2023

Boracay

I can never forget that grinning brown face holding up a cheersing beer to his passengers! That would be the first of many adventures in the islands that month that made you feel alive.

Poems | Drinking, Existence | 2023

Hanging

Once in a blue moon hangovers in the face of Sunday lunch.

Lunes | Drinking | 2025

Hop

In a pub in Henley on Thames drinking and entering poetry competitions I probably wouldn't win for lack of miserableness.

Poems | Drinking | 2024