Pirate Latitudes is of course an unrelated novel by my writer-hero Michael Crichton. It’s topical to the poem as well as immeasurably pleasing to say out loud in combination with the remainder of the title. Go ahead, I’ll wait. Before beginning, a resigned homage to retaliatory tariffs kicking off tomorrow. The INSANELY predictable result of… Continue reading

Why hello there! Aren’t you just cutting a delectably fine figure in that outfit! I thought of a vastly superior way of referring to my career, no longer am I a writer but rather a word monger. Flinging them around like freshly filleted salmon, if you can mong a fish you can dodge a ball!… Continue reading