A. M. Juster

for JFK Jr. A strip of violet quivers in the haze— a near-mirage above the furrowed grays and blues of Vineyard Sound, an afterthought of windworn scrub the military bought and then abandoned. Peace returned except for sea retaking shoreline. Surf has swept away most tools of combat, but in dense . . . . Continue Reading »

O may the girlfriend of your nightmares stalk you on the Internet, and “need to talk,” and may no Xanax lessen your despair as you obsess about what she will share, and may her many messages explain why your restraining orders are insane! . . . . Continue Reading »

Despite what’s promised when you marry, actual results may vary. . . . . Continue Reading »

Here lies what’s left of Michael Juster, A failure filled with bile and bluster. Regard the scuttlebutt as true. Feel free to dance; most others do. . . . . Continue Reading »

I hear the yowling of the cats of war . . . Oh no . . . wrong metaphor! . . . . Continue Reading »

Since I’m a utilitarian, I’ll eat the vegetarian. . . . . Continue Reading »

None of this can be denied: crabby, flabby, full of pride; hypertensive, pensive, snide; slowing, growing terrified. . . . . Continue Reading »

If you want peace, withdraw your geese. . . . . Continue Reading »

If you believe our liturgies, no marriage may be sundered, but lawyers say six-figure fees can fix what God has blundered. . . . . Continue Reading »

Betrayal had fulfilled the prophecy. Too proud for penance and too weak to run, he strung himself up from a cedar tree and swayed for days beneath a scathing sun. Thieves cut his desiccated body free, then left it in the dust. Throughout that night, Jerusalem kept shuddering with light. . . . . Continue Reading »