We're the Ezine dedicated to all things barroom. We are slightly off what others consider the norm and always the last to close the bar. If you prefer the local dive bar to the glitz of some overpriced club then you're our kind of people. So welcome grab a drink and enjoy.
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The Stranger By B. Lynne Zika
I am the stranger beside you. Forgive me. My clothes scatter dust. Who can blame an infant for hunger or a dying man for thirst? I am the st...
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I write while I drink. Or drink while I write. It’s like entering a void To create from nothing. Wrestling in the mind. Will it come, will i...
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eat a shroom smoke a joint sing a song read a poem try to think differently today than yesterday evolve or deconstruct not sure which one...
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I am not supposed to be here. Sleep does not come easy. By 11:35 I give in. Arthritic walk limping three blocks to the bar, I arrive and ord...
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