[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...

[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,...