Author Archives: sputterpub

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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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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