Monthly Archives: April 2020

Vernal Not Viral (HA 44 Dizain)

Posted on April 30, 2020 by sputterpub

Pathetic fallacy requires storm or quake, or morning overcast at least, but we are budding, sunny, fragrant, warm. The avian concertos have increased, and hummingbirds are making daily feast on spears of nascent color in the yard. Wisteria is soft, … Continue reading →

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3 Rooms (HA 43 Dodekade)

Posted on April 29, 2020 by sputterpub

They built their place of hard-packed straw and thought it strong enough to serve their purposes – they saw sufficient room for stuff for sale, but didn’t see the flaw of flimsy hiding rough: Infectious waves will wash their room … Continue reading →

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Bulking (HA 42 Treochair)

Posted on April 28, 2020 by sputterpub

I learned to buy no more than what I need back when my besties burned to gather goods in bulk. They bought from big shelf names instead of neighborhoods. I’d deride, except I need to nix now, and stock what … Continue reading →

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Titling (HA 41 Novelinee)

Posted on April 27, 2020 by sputterpub

For over 40 days I’ve stayed inside, a senior with a bronchial history, and every day since this began, I’ve tried to pen a novel form of poetry. No sooner do I comprehend the drift of rules today for meter, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 40 (English Madrigal)

Posted on April 26, 2020 by sputterpub

We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next. Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain. “It could be worse” is everyone’s refrain. For now we have the Internet and text, connections to assuage the social brain. We can’t foresee the … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 39 (Another Onion)

Posted on April 25, 2020 by sputterpub

I had a fantasy, not long ago, in which I didn’t use the fridge at all. I live where nearly anything will grow; I thought I’d shop each day. And I recall when I transitioned to this little place, I … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 38 (Magic 9)

Posted on April 24, 2020 by sputterpub

The silver lining in a prison term is time for exercising brawn and brain. This sentenced House Arrest serves to confirm that: daily riding, daily trying out a puzzle of poetic form. I squirm at repetition, cringe at lines too … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 37 (Strambotto Toscano)

Posted on April 23, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m ready for our morning FaceTime session (I just completed all my exercises). The coffee’s poured – it’s now in Dad’s discretion to hook us up, for caution still advises we stay apart today. My flu confession: I miss so … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 36 (Chanso)

Posted on April 22, 2020 by sputterpub

There’s nothing fortunate about his stroke, except it happened twenty months ago, before Coronavirus came to choke the hospitals and propagate the woe. It would have been more challenging last year, when I was out of house all winter through. … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 35 (Lai)

Posted on April 21, 2020 by sputterpub

The morning cold here is spring atmosphere, and yet, as tulips appear and daffodils spear, we let our plans disappear, on pause most the year, upset.

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