Family Mysteries

It was early afternoon on Sunday and Floggin’ Brews was pretty quiet.  It was the fifth Sunday of the month, so there weren’t any munches scheduled.  And we don’t serve food, so we don’t get much of a lunch crowd, especially on Sundays.  But a few people usually wander in after lunch to enjoy a […]

Strangers in a Strange Land, Part 2

Was a time I did not believe in The Inexplicable.  You know, the things that people call “supernatural” or “miraculous.”  Ghosts.  The Fay.  Angels. Mythology. But that was before I started working at Floggin’ Brews.  The Inexplicable happens here on a regular basis, and I’d kind of gotten used to it.   For instance, I half-expected […]

Beverage Mysteries

Mysteries have always nagged at me – I want an explanation, not just an unanswered question. Floggin’ Brews’ distributor is a mysterious character. Let’s just call them “they” – I am not sure if the person is male or female and I’ve never spoken with them. They don’t usually come when I’m around. Usually, I […]

White Male Tears

There was a new bottle among the liqueurs behind the bar. It appeared to be crystal and had a fancy stopper shaped like a water drop. The label was hand-lettered and read “White Male Tears.” “Where did this come from? It’s a joke, right?” I turned to Mikhel, truly puzzled. We have a lot of […]

The Poetry Slam, Part 4

I don’t know who Mikhel hired to soundproof the Theatre, but they clearly knew what they were doing. The noise level from the Poetry Slam was either nonexistent (door closed) or deafening (door cracked open). Mikhel ran drinks back and forth to the Theatre. I mostly stayed at the bar, which truthfully was pretty quiet. […]

The Poetry Slam, Part 3

I took another full tray of Jägerbrews to the Theater door, and listened carefully to figure out if it was safe to enter. Nothing. I opened the door carefully, and quickly found out how good the soundproofing was. There was yelling, and the sounds of splintering wood and broken furniture, and howls of delight and pain. […]

The Poetry Slam, Part 2

“Pour another round. And remember. . . “ “Yes.” “Don’t get any on your hands.” Mikhel looked dead serious. I wasn’t sure what was in this Jägerbrew stuff, but after carefully filling the metal cups for the second round, I grabbed a pair of rubber gloves I use while cleaning, and pulled them on. Better […]

Old Dog, New Tricks

I admit that I can be set in my ways. My father was a Marine, and I spent a lot of childhood during the ’50s and ’60s in the American south, so I had a conservative upbringing, which I got over when I grew up. When I got interested in kink and open relationships, both […]