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A Siege of Herons by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] A siege of herons flaps ominously overhead,beating their broad wings against the cloud-scraped canvass of the pewter-blue sky. The primordial predators soar, scanning the clear waters below,their delicate plumage belying the deadliness of their harpoon-like beaks, the patience...

Preventive Medicine by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] An apple a day may keep the doctor away,but all fruit rots,inevitably, inexorably, intractably. The fleshy pulp shrivels and shrinks.The juicy meat turns bitter and rancid,whether the finite shelf life last a day or a week. [tabby title="Poet...

Magnetism by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] When you're young,lust burns like a wildfire,wild and indiscriminate,wayward and incandescent,raging and all-consuming. When you're older,when you've accreted some midsection flab,lust draws you to your yoked partner,connects you with the reliable stabilityof a gift shop magnet plastered to...

Dry January by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] Dry January, the long detox,the month-long respite for the liver,a ritualistic fast for clean living. Dry January, all a farce.Just theater, charade, a show,yet another empty gesture. You only return to crushinghigh-ABV India Pale Alesfor the next 11...

Black Friday by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] The haggard, hollow-eyed shoppers,a chilly mass of harried folksemerging from the warm cocoonof home and hearth on the Thanksgiving holiday shouldered and jostled and elbowedand hip-checked and slammedtheir way into violent, unrepentant savings. They butted into, battered and...