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Mid-May on the Littoral

It stupefies, it sickens, it infuriates.(Philip Roth on American life in the 1960s) I fear I’ve morphed into a carping nag.Crafting invective merely fêtes the boor,vomitous bilge the thing that feeds his root.It’s to priss froufrou-like at the galaof distress, … Continue reading

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Messy Antic Bomb Bard

I compel you in the name of my HIMARS!I compel you in the name of my ATACMS!I compel you in the name of my GENERALS,By the lashings of my terrible swift tongue! You want a red sea? I will give … Continue reading

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Let Fly, Let Sing

As a grammar nerd I have to comment: The hortatory “let” allows you and me to influence the behavior of a third person (Let him go fly a kite!), or a third person that of a fourth (Mary Ann said, … Continue reading

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Wampeters Are Catnip for Goon Balloons

Wampeters are catnip for goon balloons,Slippery as deer guts on a doorknob,Dark Davos in an amniotic greatcoat,Wampum coined from oligarchs’ spittoons.Treacly curls, puffed labia, eyeball moons —A lecherous lapsarian’s heartthrob!Wampeters are catnip for goon balloons,Triggery as the fingers of an … Continue reading

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The Madman Helming the Solo Voyage

When at sea / directionless / approach the / Unexpected(Cheyenne McMasters) The madman helming the solo voyagesteers by the seat of his cargo shorts.His jury-rigged bark breasts the swellsand he clutches the tiller with white knuckles. The madman waves to … Continue reading

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Come Sweetly

No more the air- / borne omens; no more the incensed prayers; no more the carcass / butchered at the altar.(From “Elegy for the Deathless Gods” by Sherod Santos, Poetry, March 2026) To this or that paradise of misruleIs not … Continue reading

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Epic Titan (Art of the DOGE)

I love that guy! I love him. And we’ll only have one chance at this…(Rev. Franklin Graham) Open the Fuckin’ Strait…(Trump) “Alas, alack, all manner of woe.” My big TOE, pussies!Grievance in the cheap seats, on the ground, in the … Continue reading

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We See Colors With Our Tongues

This is my favorite poster ’til further notice. I see yellow, orange, red, violet, blue, green. What do you see? Jean Widmer was born Hans Ulrich Widmer on March 31, 1929, in Frauenfeld, Switzerland, to Emil Widmer, a master mechanic … Continue reading

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Truth Facial

“His lifestyle is very different and kind of intriguing, although it would not work for me.” (Bill Gates  on Jeffrey Epstein) According to his spokesman, Bill Gates was referring to Epstein’s décor. That reminds me, I need to vacuum the … Continue reading

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Two Writing Prompts

Prompt 1A bibulous fop, a pottymouth letch and a myrmidon in a greatcoat walk into an executive mansion’s pantry. One reaches for the ketchup, one for the Jack Daniels, one for the lemon Jello mix. What is the least predictable … Continue reading

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