09/01/20: Sometimes, When the Sun Is at Just the Right Angle, I Actually See Rainbows When I Talk September 1, 2020 iambanapestcamouflage, covid-19, dweebs, fear, Kenosha, limerick, militia, poem, poet, poetry, puppeteer, small hands, spit, terror, tiny hands, Trump, WisconsinLeave a comment Image
12/23/19: Baby It’s Cold Outside, and Also Inside if You Happen to Be a Refugee December 23, 2019December 23, 2019 iambanapestbaby it's cold outside, bones, border, cheer, Christ, Christ child, Christ's sake, Christmas carol, fear, immigrants, immigration, Jesus, limerick, lyrics, mucus, noodling, poem, poetry, refugees, shivers, tears, Trump, Trump limerick, Yule, YuletideLeave a comment Image
07/25/19: Let Me Tell You ‘Bout the Birds and the Bees and the Summer Camp Fees and the Existential Terror July 25, 2019July 25, 2019 iambanapestbeard, cake, fear, hand-wringers, immigrant children, immigrants, immigration, let them eat cake, limerick, migrants, poem, poetry, prep school, scapegrace, scion, suckling, time's gag, Trump, what is a child?Leave a comment Image
03/28/18: Many People Are Saying God Loves Me March 28, 2018 iambanapestfaith and the machinations thereof, fear, God's big shiny face, guns, limerick, mace, poetry, prayer, race-baiting, Trump1 Comment Image