SIPPING WHISKEY NEAT

Like Selena Gomez, I’ve been known to enjoy sipping whiskey neat. Unlike Selena Gomez, I don’t have a single at the top of the charts to celebrate while tickling my taste buds with a good glass of whiskey. My little book of poetry will most likely never garner anywhere near the same level of success. That being said, I think I’ll have a celebratory drink just the same.

It’s taken a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to get this far, so there’s no need to be bashful about celebrating. Indeed, the time has come to raise a glass of my new favorite Irish whiskey, Writers’ Tears. As I sip, I’ll reminisce on what I have accomplished thus far, and, perhaps, shed a tear over all of the blood, sweat, and tears yet to come.

Before I get too far ahead of myself, though, I believe there was a top 10 list of poetry that I was in the midst of completing. Here are numbers 10-7: THE PAST, LIFE CONTINUES—UNCONQUERED, THE TALL FIRS ARE DANCING TODAY, and FROZEN HEART. In the coming weeks, I plan to complete the list with numbers six through one. After that, I imagine the time will be ripe for another sip. 

Writers' Tears