“Funny, bruised, and honest as hell. I’ve worked bars my whole life—this nails it.”
~ Rob C., thirty years bartending, South Boston, Massachusetts
“This book respects bartenders. That means everything.”
~ Heather W., twenty years bartending, Athens, Georgia
“Every poem feels like a shift drink with a stranger…who knows your name.”
~ Lena P., five years bartending, Portland, Oregon
“I didn’t expect poetry to feel this familiar. Like closing alone with the jukebox humming.”
~ Chris M., eight years bartending, west of Fargo, North Dakota
“Smart, spare, and sincere. I’ll recommend this everywhere.”
~ Molly D., four years bartending, around Ithaca, New York
“A wonderful reminder of why bars matter—it’s about people.”
~ Kim A., thirteen years bartending, Fort Collins, Colorado
“Each poem is its own barstool. I really wanted to sit longer.”
~ Elena C., nine years bartending, Santa Barbara, California
“I didn’t expect this to hit so hard. Boy, it really did.”
~ Aaron B., three years bartending, near Logan, Utah
“A sturdy, generous book—like a good neighborhood bar.”
~ Denise F., twenty-four years bartending, Green Bay, Wisconsin
“These poems smell like citrus peels and last call. I’ve lived half these nights—and I trusted every word. Damn Good stuff.”
~ Mike R., fourteen years bartending, Chicago, Illinois
“Poems that respect the grind. That alone makes this book special.”
~ Scott H., twelve years bartending, All Over, Iowa
“So many small truths. I kept nodding along.”
~ Pam S., twenty-five years bartending, Peoria, Illinois