Three Whiskeys Deep is an artistic journey into the void, scribbled frantically into notebooks and typed on a 1958 Olympia SM4.
There are things only the night can tell you-cosmic whispers that can only be heard when the sun has given leave. There are wounds that must be healed beneath a full moon, parts of you that can only be discovered under a canopy of stars.
The poems and illustrations in this book were channeled from the Universe, during a time when the author wrestled with the question: Will I always be alone? Is there more to this than flesh and bone?