Monday, May 12, 2025

Dionysus, Bartender By Steven Bruce


Sticky floors. Blocked toilets.

Glasses stacked to heaven.


Dionysus pours shots

for girls with eyelashes

like spider legs.


Nods at men who can’t meet his eyes.


At closing time,

he helps a lad mop blood from his nose.

Calls him brother.


He remembers

when wine turned the world holy.

How songs cracked stars wide open.


Now the bass drops,

the crowd screams,

the girls dance.


He smiles.

Close enough to a miracle.







Steven Bruce is a multiple award-winning author. His poetry and short stories have appeared in numerous international anthologies and magazines. In 2018, he graduated from Teesside University with a Master of Arts in Creative Writing. His work often explores themes of trauma and resilience. Born in England, Steven now resides and writes full-time in Poland.


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