Thursday, April 11, 2024

Mom Wasn't a Drinker By Jonathan S Baker

She scowled 

at Dad’s medicine.

Her curative was prayer.

Even the blood of Jesus

was made Welch’s.





Jonathan S Baker lives and works in Evansville, Indiana where the Sterling Brewery finally tarnished.  They are the author of several collections of poetry including Cock of the Walk (Laughing Ronin Press, 2022) and Long Nights in Stoplight City (Between Shadows Press, 2023).  They are also the host of the longest running and most prestigious poetry series in Indiana, Poetry Speaks.
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