Monthly Archives: March 2020

House Arrest 14 (Haiku)

Posted on March 31, 2020 by sputterpub

The bug’s holding sway, alas, too long. Keep 6 feet away to succeed.

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House Arrest 13 (Ode Perverse)

Posted on March 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I check the weather forecast every day (a walker wants to know what gear to wear), and since the autumn fires, it’s my way to note pollution levels in the air. What I assumed was excellent was not; most midday … Continue reading →

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The Neighbor’s Cat

Posted on March 30, 2020 by sputterpub

The neighbors have a cat that lives outside as if it were an apex beast of prey, evolved to wanton feats of avicide, and tearing plants his collar pulls away from trellises or tangles with the hose, refining talons scoring … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 12 (Rondine)

Posted on March 29, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re not dead yet, although we weren’t wise. We made our cities grow beyond control, created business body with no soul, threw airplanes packing virus in our skies. The pessimists exhibit no surprise; the cheerful try yet sighing to console … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 11 (Roundel)

Posted on March 28, 2020 by sputterpub

Is this too close to an apocalypse? Have we been travel-arrogant too much? Too global with a handshake and a kiss? Is this too close? The flu we thought we knew was never such. It brought us down but not … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 10 (Ballade)

Posted on March 27, 2020 by sputterpub

I wonder how our days will be when we emerge from dread. Will stores reopen suddenly, or stutter back instead? Will commerce face-to-face be dead with no return of queue? Will everyone need shot or med when we defeat the … Continue reading →

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Clarity (Toilet Water)

Posted on March 27, 2020 by sputterpub

Accustomed to new orthopedic pain, and learning joint by joint anatomy, to interrupted sleep, unearned weight gain, and moving at reduced velocity, imagine my surprise when I awoke today (to sun and warming atmosphere – the morning dawned without a … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 9 (Triolet)

Posted on March 26, 2020 by sputterpub

I thought I’d suffer cabin fever here, but I feel safe and comfortable instead; outside is weird – I’m sensing folks in fear. I thought I’d suffer cabin fever here and hunger for a social atmosphere, but I don’t want … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 8 (Rondeau)

Posted on March 25, 2020 by sputterpub

To stay at home has ever been my goal, But now it’s not a case of self-control. I’m ordered to remain inside, like you. They call it quarantine or something new; I say it’s house arrest without parole. Like you … Continue reading →

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Silver Lining Syndrome

Posted on March 25, 2020 by sputterpub

Just because you find a good in calamity doesn’t make a plan

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