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I've had this cluster of calluses on my left hand for over a year now. I thought I'd personify it a little.

Another rant, this time about higher education.

A true story about the worst case of the DTs I've ever had.

A string of cynical thoughts that occurred to me one day (as opposed to a legitimate poem). The title says it all.

Something short I wrote about the path in life that each person falls into upon birth.

A poem about opiate constipation.

Someone wakes up in a strange place and doesn't know how he got there.

A married man does something horribly unsavory, and it comes back to haunt him. Literally.

A love poem about a brand of cheap vodka I used to drink.