Rain and Whisky by Shane Huey (Editor)

​It is raining
          and I am listening to Jazz Noir
The heavy rain comes down
          the whisky pours into my glass

                    The sky is dark
                         the crystal tinted amber

                    The rain and whisky
                         soothe the parched places

It is no longer raining
          I am still listening to Jazz Noir and I feel it
The whisky spills into my glass
          I drink it again and I feel it too


Shane Huey writes from his home in Florida, where he resides with his wife and son. His works have appeared in Black Poppy Review, The Chamber Magazine, Raven Cage Zine, Purple Wall Stories, MONO., Open Leaf Press Review, Haiku Journal, 50 Give or Take, and Cold Moon Journal. He is also editor of (and occasional contributor to) The Whisky Blot.