Every Christmas I set out to write a poem to my nephew, Robert Francis McVerry, JR. Each year I say I am gonna write about all the cool things Baby Bobby did with his cousins that year. Tell the fiction we all know would be true. Every year I can not. Instead I return to the ghost Dicken's forgot. The "Ghost of Christmas Never Was." A specter seeing the unse
Earlier this month I declared the horsefly the antagonist of my #clmooc #feldgang. Naturally I had to do some poetry...so I tried to describe the most annoying thing in my physical world with the most annoying thing in the digital world... horseflies link to recording in case iframe is getting stripped out. The vanity of tabanidae Dive bombing Dipterous Of d