Frank Reardon and his elbows soul

Franks poem is full of barroom recollections and great one liners…

truth is,
i like the way
the soul
of my elbow
feels
when leaning into
the dark oak
of the bar

His thoughts are in response to a letter to a priest looking for his special talent and frank finds it in “the dark private corners” and his ability in finding enjoyment in crappy cover bands…

Check out the rest of his poem in the current issue

Comment below and share yer appreciation and pleasures from yer favorite bars….if its a good story perhaps we’ll publish it in the summer issue….

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