Absinthe

By Nicole Nesca

 

I bought a bottle of absinthe when I self-published my first book

of poetry. I was waiting for the liquid jewel to soothe my soul. I

wanted the pearl milky liquid to make me feel free. There was

nobody singing to me. There was nobody “freeing me’. I watched

the emerald liquid glow from the small glass with sugar cubes

suspended over my “special’ spoon as water was gently poured. I

didn’t feel like Hemingway. I didn’t feel like Fitzgerald. I didn’t

feel like me. I didn’t feel. It didn’t change my violence. It didn’t

change the chatter in my brain. It didn’t change.

 

Nicole Nesca was born in Ohio, U.S.A. She developed a love of music, painting and writing early on and continued that love throughout her adult life. While living in Canada, she completed her first three works of poetry and prose collected in the anthology piece, KAMIKAZE WHITE NOISE, and three more books of prose and poetry. She has been published in several E-Zines and has been a part of three anthologies.

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