The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
It sits off an alley that winds off an alley halfway up the hill you climb from Akasaka to Ropponggi, cursing the layout of the subway at the end of a too long day of meetings. There are no plastic samples in a glass case outside the door just a t-shirt and beer mug, for ribs and fires don’t translate well to polystyrene and the loud oldies rock that engulfs you says it all anyway. Around the back, down still another alley, where the neon fades to partially blinding, the chef at Spago sucks on his Lucky Seven and stares at the Hard Rock Café and dreams he is Elvis. A splotch of Heinz ketchup a bit of veggie burger falls on my white cotton shirt sleeves rolled mid-forearm, while the waitress refills my Sapporo and giggles her way into the kitchen. Louis Faber’s His work has appeared widely in the U.S., Europe and Asia, including in Arena Magazine (Australia), Whisky Blot, Glimpse, South Carolina Review, Rattle, Pearl, Dreich (Scotland), Alchemy Stone (U.K.), and Flora Fiction, Defenestration, Constellations, Jimson Weed and Atlanta Review, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Comments are closed.
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