A drink with the men.
Lips pressed to the glass, and then,
kiss of a woman.
Ardbeg Kelpie
I taste my own pyre.
Salt penetrates to the bone.
This is changing me.
Black Ram
We danced on the bed
and smoked out the windows, with
fire in our bellies.
Highland Park 25 year old
Deep as Scapa Flow,
I sink through layers of craft
old as Skara Brae.
Black Bowmore 1964
An oligarch’s wealth
goes missing. We sip lychees,
toast fortune like kings.
Powers John’s Lane
Dublin at Midnight.
So what are we all drinking?
Divil the expense!
Redbreast
After midnight mass,
an early Christmas present
from the priest’s bottle.
Old Forester 1920
Flapper medicine
a century beforehand.
Now my Old Fashioned.
Caol Isla
Wind howls. Rain pelts down
outside. Inside my house, my
glass, a coal fire burns.
Old Bushmills
Giant taste – cut grass.
Hexagonal rocks take shape
behind my closed eyes.
Whiskey Haikus 