Monthly Archives: July 2020

Threatless

Posted on July 11, 2020 by sputterpub

(A Pre-Covid Piece) Commuting yesterday, at nearly noon, I noticed I felt free and oddly fine. I focused on surroundings then, and soon observed that every vista seemed benign. Though weather’s weird, the air was warm and clear. Though politics … Continue reading →

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Claustrophilia

Posted on July 10, 2020 by sputterpub

The deck deserves another waterproof. It should have happened several months ago, before we hunkered down and in, aloof from viral load, from people, shop and show. The bathroom has irregularities the builder meant to fix, or tweak and ease. … Continue reading →

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The Last Time I Die

Posted on July 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I doubt my death will be a pretty sight; I’ve lived too long to make a lovely corpse. Most likely I’ll be in a bed, and might be looking like the sort of beast that warps a grandson’s dream to … Continue reading →

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Fortune’s Child (HA 113 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on July 8, 2020 by sputterpub

What were the odds? My parents had to meet and marry, and have intercourse one night, enjoy a healthy pregnancy, and greet me bearing borne and brimming with delight. Although they erred, they let no one kid-glove me. Abrupt and … Continue reading →

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Inventory (HA 112 Magic 9)

Posted on July 7, 2020 by sputterpub

Supposed to be a simple exercise, composing every day a formal poem in house arrest, I guess it’s no surprise the longer quarantined the more I make. So far one hundred and eleven tries – the quantity outgrows a catalogue. … Continue reading →

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Stunned (HA 111 Dactyls)

Posted on July 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Isn’t it stunning, how stupid he is? Ignorance married to bad attitude, fully incapable – losing at biz, only exampling how to be crude. Isn’t it stunning, how dreadful they are? Failing to dump him, not even for us, acting … Continue reading →

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Pretending (HA 110 Sestina)

Posted on July 5, 2020 by sputterpub

It takes a while for catastrophe to be accepted by the human mind. We may react reflexively at once, the way we mindlessly pull back from burn, but full acceptance is a slower deal. At first we try to bargain … Continue reading →

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Another Trivial Complaint (HA 109 Haiku)

Posted on July 4, 2020 by sputterpub

Appreciating crows above my redwood deck I loathe their white shit

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Magnolia St (HA 108 Spenserian Stanza)

Posted on July 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I walked for errands till this house arrest removed most business from my every day. I chose my route deliberately, for best in garden sights and local tree array. But when I crossed a busy street, my way was quite … Continue reading →

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Hissy Fits (HA 107)

Posted on July 2, 2020 by sputterpub

What is this tendency to not attempt? My mom and BFF both seem the same, the way they fling, as if they were exempt from trying harder. Each will make the claim of age. It’s like she has by now … Continue reading →

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