04/07/20: Tonight on “Top Chef: Pandemic!” April 7, 2020April 7, 2020 iambanapestcannibal, coronavirus, covid-19, eating the old, flavor profile, immunity, limerick, meat, National Poetry Month, pandemic, poem, poet, poetry, prune, Top Chef, Trump, youthLeave a comment Image
02/04/20: In the Room the Senators Come and Go / Talking of When They’ll Get Their Dough February 4, 2020February 4, 2020 iambanapestcare a fig, chophouse, death, Do I dare to eat a peach?, Do I dare to eat the dreams of a Salvadoran child?, Eliot, limerick, murder, nice corner booth, poem, poet, poetry, T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, Trump, Trump limerick, truth, uncouth, youthLeave a comment Image
04/27/19: O Youth! O Vibrancy! Oh, Why Can’t I Go Through the Buffet Line in My Golf Cart? April 27, 2019April 27, 2019 iambanapestbeauty, Diet Coke, divan, flan, flesh, gals, golf cart, Joe Biden, limerick, musculature, National Poetry Month, poem, poetry, poly-bagging, Ponce de León, sweet can, Trump, vibrancy, vibrant, Whoppers, young, youthLeave a comment Image
