I glanced drunkenly into the near-empty bottle. In the viscous alcohol I saw  my face, rippled and twisted  like a garish Mr. Hyde. I laughed at the carnival mirror, so accurately reflecting  every facet of my, oh, so petulant features. Every flaw and misconception brought to life in  errant ripples at the bottom of a pit, too deep to reach. I cast the bottle aside and hailed for another, in the hopes that I (eventually) might see  something far, far better. My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online … Continue reading The Near-Empty Bottle. A poem.