By Rick Blum The talk radio station droned on relentlessly. Normally, Joel Bergman would gleefully soak up the latest current events and...

Not-a-Poet’s Lament I am not a poet. Contemplating inner turmoil; searching for incontrovertible truths; cloaking observations of mundane...

Magic Moment She was decoupling from a fling gone stale suffering doubts intermingled with pain I was a transplant trying to inhale this...

There ne’er hath been a chaste lady so fair As thee, my true love with long, ebon hair; Thy laugh so charming, thy smile disarming And...