Monthly Archives: March 2020

House Arrest 7 (At Least)

Posted on March 24, 2020 by sputterpub

Each day it sinks in deeper what a mess we’ve made, how serious pandemic is: the overturning market, local biz beset or forced to close. We cannot guess a timeline – lacking data we confess we’re almost clueless. Theories fade … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 6 (Limerick)

Posted on March 23, 2020 by sputterpub

Some mammal released a flu storm That forced human trade to reform, Regardless of who We know this is true: Nobody escapes the new norm.

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Morning Therapy

Posted on March 23, 2020 by sputterpub

Resuming at-home exercise at last, to end a long hiatus – two months off – I knew I’d ache, but soreness has surpassed my expectation. Added to the cough that lingers, I am feeling tender, old, and weaker than I … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 5 (Tanka)

Posted on March 22, 2020 by sputterpub

Today is Day 5. I can live locked down short-term, but when will it end? I’ll captive work my body, work my mind, beyond release.

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House Arrest 4 (Villanelle)

Posted on March 21, 2020 by sputterpub

We look in vain to Washington for more. We merit information without lies. Just what do they think government is for? It doesn’t matter if we’re rich or poor; We question but receive no clear replies. We look in vain … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 3 (Civilization)

Posted on March 20, 2020 by sputterpub

It really shouldn’t come as a surprise that spreading illness is the biggest threat to us. Creating cities any size repressed the wise and let our breed forget direction, stars, and close geography, the good and bad of plants, the … Continue reading →

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Oh No No-No

Posted on March 20, 2020 by sputterpub

We used to call them alligator pears before we learned how much we like their taste. Now breakfast lunch and dinner rarely dares omitting avocado. Mashed to paste it’s guacamole or a sandwich spread. Cubed it’s to a salad like … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 2 (TV)

Posted on March 19, 2020 by sputterpub

There’s welcome rain outside my window now, as if the clouds were cleansing all of us who hunker in our homes, obeying how instructed to forestall the ominous. A sunny day would be more difficult; we’re overcast and want to … Continue reading →

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House Arrest One

Posted on March 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Day 1 of 21 is not so bad. I’ve food enough for near 2 dozen meals, and though the present’s feeling strange and sad I like my house, and solitude appeals to me, at least for goodly chunks of time. … Continue reading →

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Flustered at Russell

Posted on March 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Three blocks away three years ago she lost direction. She was driving to my place, and somehow her location wires crossed. She called me, flustered. I began a race to her on foot. I said, “Stay where you are,” and … Continue reading →

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