After four years of living through the administration of the forty-fifth President of the United States, and then another eighteen months of putting together all four volumes, and providing coherent author’s notes, a list of dramatis personae (both real and literary), I’ve finally bound and printed The Complete Trumpiad, my effort to capture in verse the horror-comedy-tragedy show that was 2016 to 2021. You can read about the book, and plow through all 49 cantos, 1492 stanzas (plus a villanelle), and nearly 12,000 lines of verse here. I would say The Complete Trumpiad was a labor of love, but it was more an act of desperation, an effort to remain sane, a large literary pillow into which I could shout, or I could punch, when it all became too much.

The book isn’t for sale. If you really want a printed copy, though, I’ll think of sending you one—while stocks last. How to do that can be found here.