06/12/19: And Another Thing—Why Is There No Golf in Macbeth? June 12, 2019June 12, 2019 iambanapestanus, ass, Coriolanus, D.C., heinous, intrepid, kisser, limerick, Macbeth, poem, poetry, polling, Shakespeare, snob, snobbery, snobbish, taste, ten thousand, toady, toadying, tongue, tragedy but without any sort of greatness or nobility whatsoever, TrumpLeave a comment Image
05/19/19: There Is No 12-Step Program for This, Nor Would I Want One May 19, 2019 iambanapestbaby aspirin, cheeks, chili dogs, cocaine, drool, explosives, gunpowder, head rush, kaboom, limerick, nuclear fuel, plastique, poem, poetry, the power of speech, tongue, TrumpLeave a comment Image
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
02/09/19: Also, My Spray-Tan Seems to Have Become Creosote February 9, 2019 iambanapestcreosote, death, Earth, ferry, gloating, limerick, mythology, opus posthumous, poetry, the Underworld, tongue, TrumpLeave a comment Image
