[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...

[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...

[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...

[tabby title="Poem"] Once I was hopeful, buoyant,brimming with an ascendent optimism,pierced through with a pining nostalgiafor a glorious past I never lived through. I walked those familiar, gravid streets,each fertile with possibility, imagininga resplendent future awaited justaround the next corner,...

[tabby title="Poem"] Some of my best friends are dead,taken down by snipers,shot when out on patrol,ripped asunder by IEDs, ormortared when they thoughtthey were safe back at the FOB’s womb. Some of my best friends are dead,all messed up after...