Sundown is when bottles stop being glass and start being answers. You call it reflection, not escape—drinking the past at dusk, convincing yourself the finest part of the day is the one that never fully turns into night. dearbooze.com/cocktales/f/su…

Love, Me I'm finding #DryJanuary going well. I've finished 5 bottles of dry red wine. Two bottles of dry chardonnay and two 6 packs of Asahi Super Dry. Cheers!

Accepted a prompt challenge to lace a few mixed-drink names into a poem & ended up with close to 30. More a story than a poem from this now teetotaling poet. Thanks Two Sylvias Press for the prompt & @dear_booze Cocktales for the venue. bit.ly/49SSrFp

Halfway through Dry January and I’ve learned a lot. It's exactly like pouring sulfuric acid on your genitals. I haven’t actually tried it, but it sounds awful.

I HAVE A DREAM... That I can take a fully paid holiday on Monday to spend drinking whatever I choose, wherever I choose, and with whomever I choose.

I've always wondered where the term "teetotaler" came from. Finally looked it up: "...In 1833, at a Temperance Society meeting, Richard Turner, who stuttered, stressed 't-t-total abstinence,' the phrase caught on." Really? I sure hope that's t-t-true.

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"Inter Gluteal Cleft" is the correct term for "butt crack", so says the uppity plumber.

It's a high holy day in my life! dearbooze.com/drinking-matte…

My new novel, The Pudneys, is out today. A young couple from Kentucky start their lives during the post-WW II economic boom but they just can't catch a break: amazon.com/dp/B0GKYXLHVK

I miss when the pub was a second living room—same faces, same stools, drinking to pause life, not escape it. Booze had character: it made you feel like you’d solved existence, then gently reminded you that you hadn’t. Check out Anthony Ward’s latest at dearbooze.com/cocktales/f/re…

Virtual book release party for my new book The Pudneys. Check it out: youtube.com/watch?v=RQAqvh…

In a downtown whiskey bar, a herd of flannel-clad hipsters cosplay a hunt despite never killing anything thing but a podcast. Meanwhile, JD Clapp sips Buffalo Trace and lets the irony age in oak. dearbooze.com/cocktales/f/el…

JD Clapp Love, Me Tell us what you really think....lol .... Congrats on another awesome publication!!

In case any of my 75 human followers and one sex bot missed it, last week was a big publishing week for me starting with this piece in Love, Me : dearbooze.com/cocktales/f/ph…

Just arrived. Been waiting for Hugh Blanton's new book for a year. youtu.be/RQAqvhG3Y4E?si…

I sat down for a quiet drink and accidentally subscribed to a live podcast called "Things That Only Matter to This Guy." Bar’s full. I’m trapped. At this point the bartender should comp me for emotional labor. I’m not in a conversation—I’m a witness. FUCK!

Herb couldn’t find a God, so he found a barstool miracle instead. Cheap beer, impossible love, and a little existential ache with a beer buzz. dearbooze.com/cocktales/f/bi…

There’s a guy I can’t stand in daylight. Absolute menace to my peace. But when I run into him at a bar, suddenly we’re two war veterans clinking glasses over battles neither of us won. This has been the way it's been for many years and I've never figured it out.

Valentine's Day. The annual parade of overpriced roses, hastily written Hallmark declarations, and awkward dinner reservations. It's the emotional equivalent of a vodka soda — boring and not nearly as satisfying as it’s hyped up to be. dearbooze.com/drinking-matte…