Category Archives: Coronaverse

Gas Attack

Posted on December 3, 2020 by sputterpub

At 20 I was seized with torso pain,affecting breath and posture. At a guess,the doctor said gall bladder ill was plain(which really was bad gas from too much stress).I learned from that how nervous I can be(that’s different from hysterical, … Continue reading →

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Another Pause

Posted on December 2, 2020 by sputterpub

Nine months ago, I felt I wouldn’t catchCoronavirus (stupid thing to say –like everyone, I’d no idea what batchof viral particles it takes to slay),but lately things feel different – yesterdayI learned the nanny in our bubble’s ill.We hope it … Continue reading →

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(Year) End in Sight

Posted on December 1, 2020 by sputterpub

I never lived a stranger year than this:beset by dire virus we don’t fight;our so-called leaders dim as we witnesstheir derelictions flaunted in plain sight;the CEOs and generals remiss;our institutions fraught and breaking right.And I’m so slow it takes all … Continue reading →

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Hair and Poetry

Posted on November 23, 2020 by sputterpub

When house arrest began, eight months ago,I set myself a challenge – I would writea poem to post each day. I didn’t know(who did?) how long and weaponless the fightwould be, contagious ignorance the foe,and never planned to never cut … Continue reading →

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TG Day Plan

Posted on November 22, 2020 by sputterpub

The last two years we’ve brought Thanksgiving fareto Portland for that branch of family.But they’ve requested we not visit there,protecting compromised immunity.And then our aged mother asked we spareher risk of sick from love’s proximity.We hear and understand. We think … Continue reading →

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Overdue for a Checkup

Posted on November 21, 2020 by sputterpub

Incessant sniffles don’t appear to bea sign of Covid – they predate this year:A symptom of old age, apparently,as membranes dry and mucus tries to clearreactive channels. Used to never sneeze,I’m unaccustomed to cascades of snot.I don’t think I have … Continue reading →

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Booster

Posted on November 19, 2020 by sputterpub

Eight months ago, when house arrest began,I tried to learn to only touch my faceat home alone and clean. My hygiene planinvolved increasing time inside my place,enduring masking when around a manor woman I don’t know, and no embracebeyond my … Continue reading →

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Couch Potato

Posted on November 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m glad we have power tonight.The fires are down; winds are light.Exhausted by news,seeking what will amuse,I’ll be screening a romance or fright.

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Results

Posted on November 7, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s difficult to catch a cold right nowfor those of us who shelter in our place.I cannot get the flu; I don’t know howto breathe the germs with mask upon my face.The buses and the planes I used to rideare … Continue reading →

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Testing

Posted on November 5, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re Northern California fortunate.We have the weather and topography,and most are masked when that’s appropriate,and many aren’t at extremity.But lately some are ailing. I can seethe symptoms of infection in a guywho works with us (we think he got too … Continue reading →

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