Monthly Archives: May 2020

Overloads (HA 75 Limerick)

Posted on May 31, 2020 by sputterpub

The virus invaded our city. The federal fuckup’s not pretty. Germ load’s now our mess, Aggravated by stress, And everyone’s outlook is shitty.

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A Scurry of Squirrels (HA 74)

Posted on May 30, 2020 by sputterpub

A month ago, the music of the birds was serenade from dawn to nearly noon. Today to put the garden sound in words, I hear the insect buzz and squirrel zoom. The bees are drinking salvia and flies are bumping … Continue reading →

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Calibration of Happiness (HA 73)

Posted on May 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I worked for years with somebody so drab and dull, I wondered how her weekends went. For most the Monday lunches she would blab about her social life: how excellent that picnic felt; this party was a blast. But then … Continue reading →

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Nextdoor and the Loud Boom (HA 72 Curtal Sonnet)

Posted on May 28, 2020 by sputterpub

When I lived here in 1968, we drove old Volkswagens and ate low-cost. We roomed with dogs and fleas and smoked a lot. Some nights we heard explosive noises, late and loud. We learned the sound of bad exhaust would … Continue reading →

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Changing Times (HA 71 Magic 9)

Posted on May 27, 2020 by sputterpub

Two months ago, I couldn’t find a roll of toilet paper on a shelf or site. An order of Feridies took a whole three weeks at least to make it to my porch. Supply chain tangles out of my control … Continue reading →

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Lies My Country Told Me (HA 70 English Madrigal)

Posted on May 26, 2020 by sputterpub

They said we’re free; we’re great; we’re number one. I watched and felt too doubtful to believe. When I complained, the world called me naive. The war before my birth the allies won, but since I’ve been, too rarely we … Continue reading →

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Overgrown (HA 69 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on May 25, 2020 by sputterpub

I never have liked gardening as much as mother, brother, friends and cousins do. My thumbs are beige; I seem to lack the touch and patience. I prefer to read and view the scene outside my windows. I don’t own … Continue reading →

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Heroes (HA 68 Bref Double)

Posted on May 24, 2020 by sputterpub

Lance Armstrong fell. Now Elon Musk proclaims his vain stupidity. Ambitious heroes tell us lies. Naive I barely understand. At 9 I told a lie to friends of hula hoop ability. They stared, denial in their eyes, but didn’t kick … Continue reading →

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Fear and Sadness (HA 67 Decima)

Posted on May 23, 2020 by sputterpub

I watched a loved one hunker down as soon as house arrest began, embracing a pandemic plan in black-and-white (and shades of brown), amassing safety with a frown while reading stats of dire news. His rigid views did not excuse … Continue reading →

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Gum Disease in Pandemic (HA 66 Rondel)

Posted on May 22, 2020 by sputterpub

My mouth is hurting more today. I may be forced to make that call. I thought I could hold out till all this house arrest had gone away, ignoring ache until dismay along with swelling isn’t small. My mouth is … Continue reading →

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