Hi, all! I hope you are having a nice Saturday and don’t mind this first-ever very special weekend newsletter. I was going to send it yesterday, but was then informed that today is World Poetry Day. So what better time for some Stupid Poetry. It’s been a few
Hi, all. Welcome to another installment of Stupid Poetry. This time, I am just here to drop a little poem in your day and not a whole lot else. Also, fuck the fascist losers in the Kansas State legislature for invalidating the IDs of trans people. The rot in this
Oh you thought I was done writing poems about fictional beagles for awhile, huh? Silly. Ridiculous. How could you even think that? How could you say that? Thats right, today is everybody’s favorite silent British clay dog’s birthday. Gromit, of Wallace and Gromit fame, was born on February
Hello, everybody! I'm a month late, but happy 2026! It's been a hell of a year so far, and I hope you've all been holding up alright, all things considered. "All things," of course, meaning the racist fascists killing people in the
Hello, everybody, and welcome back to Stupid Poetry. I’ve been away—as it turns out, the holidays are a very busy time of year—but before the year comes to a close, I want to assure you I have still been writing Snoopy poems. Snoopycember is alive and well.
Hello, all! Happy Monday and happy holidays if you’re celebrating anything. I am currently in a hotel room in Davenport, Iowa, eating cold deep dish pizza and watching Looney Tunes. Pretty nice, to be honest. I plan to be doing different variations of eating pizza and watching Looney Tunes
Hello, all! I hope you’ve enjoyed another week of Snoopycember, and have made your offerings to the Beagle God. It seems that something very weird and/or horrible happens the day immediately before I’m doing one of these things. Once again, the news sucks today in a way
Here we are. Thursday again. Can you believe it? I can’t. I’m losing my grip on reality, and every day is a recursive jumble of letters and numbers that don’t make sense, the world is a snake eating its own tail, etc. etc. Flying Ace, where are
Hello, everybody and welcome to week two of Snoopycember! I hope you’ve all been writing some poems or at least just googling ”Snoopy Funney” (sic) and looking at the pictures that appear. It’s been cold and snowy, snowy and cold, around these parts, and I don’t particularly
Happy, Friday, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, and welcome to the first full post of Snoopycember 2025! I hope you’ve been writing your daily Snoopy poems. If not, I hope you’re at least reading your favorite Peanuts strips, drawing Snoopy murals in Sharpie on your bedroom walls; renaming
Hello, all, and welcome. It is finally here. The most festive time of year. It’s Snoopycember. As promised a couple weeks ago, this Thursday’s post will get a little bit more into history and particulars of the tradition, but for now, I want to get some writing prompts
Hello and happy Thursday, everybody. I am currently sweating over the delivery status of a Sesame Street suit and tie I ordered from Kohl’s, and I hope you never need to suffer this anguish. Semi-related to said Sesame Street suit that I will not get into, because of the