Bio Note: A Washington based author, poet, and educator, my poems and stories have appeared in many international literary magazines, journals and anthologies such as the Eunioa Review, Verse-Virtual, and Anti-Heroin Chic. My most recent poetry/fiction collections include Serpent’s Tooth: Poems, Masques: Flash Fiction & Short Stories, and Flytraps (2022). Currently, I enjoy writing, turning wood, participating in “virtual” poetry readings, and fishing along the Hood Canal.
Reading poems to an empty house the bartender polishes dry brandy sifters holds them to floodlights refracting beams like a mirror reflection of Tinker Bell darting across my stage dais, teasing me before he offers me shot glasses filled to the brim with Johnny Walker Black Label insisting I chase them with Guinness on tap. Breaking unresponsive silence, I press forward reciting verse as invasive as a spotted lanternfly piercing stems, sucking sap; I clown with absent regulars whose ghostly voices whisper in corners red candles flickering on deserted tables— a singular concrete lifeforce illumining the inky tavern—besides my hollow delivery.
©2022 Sterling Warner
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