04/14/19: Yes, But It’s a Dry, Murderous, Excruciating Heat April 14, 2019 iambanapestchest cavity, death throes, dewiness lost, global warming, health care, limerick, lungs, National Poetry Month, parched, poem, poetry, spine, stiff, swallowing, synergy, tongue, TrumpLeave a comment Image
01/18/18: Bet You Can’t Eat Just One January 18, 2018 iambanapestCHIP, hymns of the glorious future, limerick, lungs, one's young—the eating thereof, poetry, They call me Wonder Flinger, TrumpLeave a comment Image
