Wednesday, January 29, 2020

now the war begins by J.J. Campbell

i drink to quiet the
demons inside of me

my liver is failing me

so now the war begins

there will be plenty of
dead on the battlefield

none of us are meant
to be a pretty corpse

and may my final glass
be the strongest shit you
have behind the bar

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves and is currently trapped in suburbia. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Record Magazine, Misfit Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl and Synchronized Chaos. His latest chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was published by Analog Submission Press in July 2018. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (


  1. You've captured the poison of alcohol, illnes, death, and the human spirit well with your use of drink in this piece. Cheers!


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