01/19/21 (2): Op. Posth. No. 17 (Hair, Fingernails, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, etc.) January 19, 2021 iambanapestBabe Ruth, buried alive, casket, coffin, fingernails, gluttony, greed, hair, Il Bambino, inspiration, jealousy, limerick, op. posth., opus posthumous, phone booth, poem, poet, poetry, sloth, stink, the Sultan of Swat, the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout, tight pants, Trump, wormsLeave a comment Image
01/18/21: Op. Posth. No. 16 (Touchstones of a Life, Well, Lived) January 18, 2021 iambanapestballs, democracy, fast food, hobbled, huge, limerick, Mitch McConnell, Niagara Falls, op. posth., opus posthumous, paunch, poem, poet, poetry, selfies, shriveled, three marriages, three wives, touchstones, TrumpLeave a comment Image
11/03/20: One More Opus Posthumous for the Road November 3, 2020 iambanapestbirds, dead, death, election day, freezing, huh, I'm melting, limerick, miserable, op. posth., opus posthumous, poem, poet, poetry, shlong, so long, songs, the sea at first light, TrumpLeave a comment Image
01/29/19: Dead Man Walking, But Only If There Is No Golf Cart Available January 29, 2019 iambanapestbe careful what you wish for, conniving, head squatting, imbecile heaven, limerick, op. posth., opus posthumous, poetry, TrumpLeave a comment Image