Category Archives: Coronaverse

Another Cancellation

Posted on October 31, 2020 by sputterpub

It sometimes takes awhile to adjustto change that’s catastrophic or severe.I didn’t rate that quake – I walked and buseduntil I heard the Series disappear.Or how the signs of my old age have slammed me,when teenagers I meet have sweetly … Continue reading →

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Drop Off

Posted on October 23, 2020 by sputterpub

The ballot done, I sealed the envelope.I signed the designated line with care.And feeling less like some old misanthrope,I sought a way to move it, safe, to whereit will be tallied. I had time to spareand could have mailed it, … Continue reading →

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I Voted

Posted on October 19, 2020 by sputterpub

I voted recently, and I’ll admitI never felt so into it before.Imbibing urgency, I didn’t quitthe mailbox search until its open doorrevealed my precious ballot. I was sureI’d get it (California absenteea decade now). And even though secureabout my state, … Continue reading →

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Good Advice

Posted on October 15, 2020 by sputterpub

Accustomed to her morning exercise(she took up running during quarantine),she thought she’d push the distance. So she triesto make five miles be her new routineinstead of four point five. Her guides advisea smart approach – she read it on her … Continue reading →

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Time & Space Heater

Posted on October 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I have a calendar but don’t relyon it, retired, home 200 days.But morning gives a message from the sky –to rise at 6 is long before the sun.And then I feel a chill I can’t deny,informing me that winter’s on … Continue reading →

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Weary

Posted on October 10, 2020 by sputterpub

Weary of worryTired of tenseHoping for hurrySavoring sense

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Quarantine Hair

Posted on October 7, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young I longed to have long hair:like princesses and Barbie dolls at first;then schoolmates blonde and lanky everywhere;then middle-parted hippies. I was cursedwith natural curls, a tendency to frizz,the color almost-black (I didn’t knowhow bad a hundred … Continue reading →

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Seriously?

Posted on October 6, 2020 by sputterpub

I never checked this out, but I was toldwhen I was young, that some suspected Jewsof spreading the bubonic plague. That boldsurmise was baseless, based on stupid viewsthat held because the Semites weren’t ill,they must be at the root of … Continue reading →

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Things Going Wrong

Posted on September 30, 2020 by sputterpub

Appalled at power plundering for purse,as civics catalyze calamity –Astounded at pandemic’s climbing curseand how deficient all our remedy –Attacked by fires every year grown worse,with acres scorched and sick air quality –Our lust to breathe outside is nothing strange;the … Continue reading →

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Pizza Night

Posted on September 28, 2020 by sputterpub

We’ve suffered half a year of quarantine(which comes from ‟40” days, so it’s extreme).But last night I boughta pizza, and broughtit home – then my meal was supreme.

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