Category Archives: Civics

Disbarr (HA 103 Triolet)

Posted on June 28, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m hearing commentators voice surprise at stupid lack of strategy from Barr. Did they forget that chiefs just supervise? I’m hearing commentators voice surprise, but rainmakers are neither sharp nor wise (their loss of will and skill to work is … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Fatigue (HA 97)

Posted on June 22, 2020 by sputterpub

All creatures have to notice things that move, and people are no different than the low. Our species is impulsive too – we prove it by the way we all feel boredom grow when custom stills or culture stalls and … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Health, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Say Their Names (HA 95)

Posted on June 20, 2020 by sputterpub

I ambled Prince Street yesterday, a pack of food upon my back, and looking down I noticed names somebody chalked, of black decedents – none who wanted this renown. I read and said the names, and stepped aside as if … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

I’m Growing More (HA 90 Rondeau)

Posted on June 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m growing more political of late. So rarely tempted to cooperate, I seldom work with others very well, but now that we are rocketing to hell I’m hopeful like it’s 1968. We’re shaky, but perhaps we can create a different … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Health, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

I’m Not Surprised (HA 89 Rondine)

Posted on June 14, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m not surprised he’s ignorant and slow. I quite expected the dishonesty, the sluggish brain, the verbal poverty, the treating life as if it were a show. My shock is that you’re shocked – how can’t you know? I’m not … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Signs (HA 88 Rondine)

Posted on June 13, 2020 by sputterpub

I see the signs of weariness. Although the counties multiplied to 30 feet the distance to a stranger on the street, there’s evidence more folks are on the go again, more traffic and it isn’t slow, less masks on the … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Health, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Time to Quit (HA 82 English Madrigal)

Posted on June 7, 2020 by sputterpub

The leader of the Party is an ass; they don’t come any worse than DJT. Conservatives should quit the GOP. There’s nothing Grand (or Gallant) in the class that lies and foments gross conspiracy. The leader of the Party is … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Skeptical (HA 81 Interlocking Rubaiyat)

Posted on June 6, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to trust the scientists and press to separate the careful from the guess. I saw the politicians who abuse the truth, but thought the scholars would address the subjects with strict discipline, and choose the rigors of the … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Health, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Forever Virus (HA 80 Chanso)

Posted on June 5, 2020 by sputterpub

Of course I don’t want anybody scared. My rhymes are never meant to channel grief. But if you have an urge to feel prepared, then watch for facts instead of hot belief. It may be vain to vest in a … Continue reading →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Food, Health, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

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 →

Posted in Civics, Coronaverse, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment