Tuesday, January 14, 2025

Drowned Words By Brenton Booth


"Alcohol makes

writing 

so easy!" I

drunkenly

slurred over

the crackling 

telephone line

soon after

finishing my

third new poem

in just two 

hours, following

a seemingly

endless four

week drought.

"If that were

true, I would have

written War and

Peace over a

thousand times!"

Ben immediately

responded.

Quickly draining

one of more

than a dozen cold

beers.

Eager to finally

get it right.





Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. Poetry of his has appeared in Gargoyle, New York Quarterly, North Dakota Quarterly, Chiron Review, Main Street Rag, Naugatuck River Review, Heavy Feather Review, and Nerve Cowboy. He has two full length collections available from Epic Rites Press.  



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