Smoky Blue Literary and Arts Magazine # 14

March 2018 inside we were drinking. outside, snow broke its skull on the rooftops and steamed the windows like piss from a drunk. clothes stuck tightly; everyone entering sweaty as a wet cat. but still, we were drinking. sat at a table which clicked on our knees and argued about anything to keep the cold out. enjoying ourselves; pointing for punctuation and guzzling beer which smelled of wet leather. in dublin the pubs are wonderful. rain no reason to slow anyone down. and blizzards even less so—just a day off work. coats all over, and the stink of drying laundry. cold making entry at every open door. and nobody, for once trying to fuck anyone else; the weather too perfect for drinking, political discussion and long indoor conversations; getting someone home more trouble than it's worth.

DS Maolalai DS Maolalai has released two collections, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden and Sad Havoc Among the Birds.