12/25/20: Even in This Time of Pandemic, I Am Invigorating the Lingo of Golf December 25, 2020 iambanapestbirdie, covid, COVID death toll, croak, golf, golf on Christmas, invigorate, limerick, lingo, patois, poem, poet, poetry, putt, Trump, TrumpieLeave a comment Image
08/02/20: I Might Call This a Modest Proposal if the Concept of Modesty Had Ever Chanced to Enter My Brain August 2, 2020August 2, 2020 iambanapesta modest proposal, Gargantua, glut, golf, gut, Jonathan Swift, limerick, meat, modesty, poem, poet, poetry, protein, putt, Rabelais, room for them all, TrumpLeave a comment Image
05/26/19: Always Carry Spare Change in Your Pocket When You Visit the Southern Border May 26, 2019 iambanapestcamps, children, coins, dead, death, dimes, dying in custody, eyelids, golf, GOP, handicap, ICE, immigrants, kids, limerick, migrants, moral philosophy, poem, poetry, putt, Republicans, shit happens, Trump Image