Tuesday, July 23, 2024

Poets Who Drink By Gail White


They would leave the writers conference

for the nearest bar

or simply sit up late in somebody’s room

until they had recited


all the poems they knew by heart,

or argued lines into shape.

I know this only from envy.

I was never invited.







Gail White, a contributing editor to Light Poetry Magazine, has been writing poetry since she learned to print. Her latest chapbook, Paper Cuts (Kelsay Books), was nominated for the Eric Hoffer Award. Her work appears in numerous anthologies, including Nasty Women Poets, Love Poems at the Villa Nelle, and Killer Verse. She lives in the Louisiana bayou country with her husband and cats.



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