Rob Scott

sherry drinker a classic novel yellowed with age — Erin Castaldi

rising sun the depth of a barrel of blood wine — Anna Maris

winter gloom outside the stadium a lone drunk salutes — Dave Serjeant

with clay sake cups we drink to our health long autumn night — Ikuyo Yoshimura

lipstick on a red wine glass her DNA — Christof Blumentrath

local winos — "That‘s French wine but where is it from?" — Volker Friebel

New Year's Eve we open a new bottle hope — Martina Sylvia Khamphasith  

minus fifteen three snowmen sharing a vodka bottle — Cezar-Florin Ciobîcă

the drunk dancing to silent music — John McDonald

I put stardust on the shopping list he brings back beer — Diana Michel-Erne

the pub waitress smiles at me . . . beer foam spilling over — Olivier Schopfer

wine tasting over at dinner I swirl my water — Terri French

cracking the seal on a whiskey bottle winter morning — Mark Brager

shot glass upside down the bartender spills her guts to me — Angie LaPaglia

funeral procession — the town drunk tips his tattered hat — H. Curtis Dunlap

rambling phone call i count the drinks in her voice — Roberta Beary  

evening drizzle sitting on the kerb a shadow drinking beer — Frank Williams

Mars mission the whispering of ladies at the aperitif party — Ramona Linke

no ice— I take my whisky with the moon —Rob Scott

two fingers wide the evening sun is sinking into scotch —Gabriele Hartmann