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I Drink Hard Enough When I Am Sober

Grant Guy·December 1, 2017

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I Drink Hard Enough When I Am Sober

written by: Grant Guy

I drink hard enough when I am sober
And I burn all my bridges

And I know there’s a woman out there
Who loves me
&
I will never love her

These are known facts to me
But when I come to climb on the train
To take me away from here it will be late

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Grant Guy

Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada theatremaker, visual poet/poet. He has 5 previously published books, he only recommends 3 of the 5: BUS STOP BUS STOP, The Truth And Lies of Calamity Jane and Open Fragments. His poems have been published in hardcopy and online internationally. He is the recipient of the Manitoba Arts Council's Award of Distinction and the Winnipeg Arts Council's Making A Difference Reward. His visual poetry has been included in group shows in New York, Dayton, France, Spain, Italy and Brazil.

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

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