Pappy, really, I’m serious – I can just get some water. Nonsense, child. You profess to have a great thirst – ‘I’m like, dying of thirst’ – I believe is the spirit of what you emoted. Therefore, we will not just drench your parched palate with tap runoff; we will prepare the greatest thirst-quencher on the planet. Do you need me to stick around and stuff? Don’t minimize your role in this sacrament, my dear. Your presence is critical – you are to be first-hand witness to, and student of, a method of liquescent alchemy that confounds the Big Iced…
Author: Doug Stoiber
Doug Stoiber
Doug Stoiber is a poet and short story writer, a member of Mossy Creek Writers in East Tennessee. Nineteen of his short stories and forty of his poems have been published in magazines, journals and anthologies. His poem, "Nine Months Collage" was shortlisted for The Poetry Lighthouse Prize, 2026. “Whither Tinsel” was awarded 2nd runner up in Blue Crystal’s Winter Poetry, Short Story & Photography Challenge.