Rob Stuart


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Revelation at La Floridita

I went for drinks with Hemingway
In old Havana town.
“A rum?” I asked. To my dismay
He turned the offer down.

“The truth is I can’t stand the taste
Of alcoholic stuff.
I only feign to get shitfaced
In order to look tough.

“I don’t touch whisky, brandy, schnapps,
Or any of their ilk.
I’ll take a soda, or, perhaps
A little chocolate milk.”

Rob Stuart was born in Cambridge, England, in 1972 and lives in England with his partner and daughter. His poems and short stories have been published in magazines, newspapers, and webzines all over the world, including Ink, Sweat and Tears, Light, M58, Magma, New Statesman, The Oldie, Otoliths, Popshot, The Spectator, Storgy, and The Washington Post. He has also written the screenplays for several award-winning and internationally exhibited short films. His website is www.robstuart.co.uk.