"This is the hole. I go there
On Sundays. I go there after dinners
Before school --- mid work day
After lunch with the boss Mondays
The hole has Hangover coal
To paint my face to smudge
In the acne, rosacea, colloscum"
"Alcoholic Betty, we know the story. She died. Or did she? Through the "hours of penance" that is alcoholism and its attendant chaos-math and aftermaths, recurrent false dawns and falsetto damnations, Elisabeth Horan forges a descent/ascension pendulum of fire poems that are not "a map to martyrdom" - but a call to "go nuclear - Repose. Repose." Alcoholic Betty, we know the story. She died. She died so she could live." - Miggy Angel, Poet, Author and Performer
"Horan pulls no punches with this incredibly personal, raw, apologetic expose. This is writing from the very base of the gut, which begins with the most difficult of confessions, and ends with a reformed character "standing unafraid." A very visceral, at times moving read, where the reader shares the journey of an addict fighting their instincts and reaching for something more." - Paul Robert Mullen, Poet
- ISBN13 9781913211035
- Publish Date 11 February 2020
- Publish Status Active
- Publish Country GB
- Imprint Fly on the Wall Press
- Format Paperback
- Pages 120
- Language English