Category Archives: Coronaverse

Assurance

Posted on September 17, 2020 by sputterpub

I told my brother and I told my mom,four years ago, when all were blown away,when voting tallies hit us like a bomb –“There will not be a wall.” That dreadful daywas just an introduction to the messour culture would … Continue reading →

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Time Lapse

Posted on September 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I wrote this poem a week ago, when Iwas moving slowly, woefully depressed.I woke again to ashen air, white sky,and blue within. Of course I was distressedby politics, infection, how we’ve messedwith planetary goods. We fail. We’re toast.Rebounding with no … Continue reading →

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No Mayo

Posted on September 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I can’t find decent mayonnaise of late.I’d make my own, but it goes bad too fast –my need is sparing, for I nearly hatethe stuff, enough I fantasized a vastconspiracy of friends who’d say they ateit, just to freak me … Continue reading →

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Junk Mail

Posted on September 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Deleting emails every day, I findthey’re poorly crafted and irrelevant,for half are retail offers not designedfor staying home with shopping funds unspent;the balance are political in plea –they’re begging a donation out of me.A robot urges, using my first nameas … Continue reading →

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Hand Protocols

Posted on September 4, 2020 by sputterpub

We’ve all been learning how to wash our hands:the 20-second song; the case for soapinstead of sanitizers. Lately hopeand science urge what common sense commands. Like mask design, we’re noticing details:the drying-out effect of alcohol;the mousse- and bar-made lather, and … Continue reading →

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The Quarantine Effect

Posted on August 30, 2020 by sputterpub

They quarantined Mom as expected (her cleaning girl tested infected). Away from the store Mom is listening more, and noticing feelings neglected.

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Smoke and Heat

Posted on August 26, 2020 by sputterpub

It used to be, when temps increased this much, we’d go to chilly theaters, patronize cool restaurants, or visit venues such as water parks, or any enterprise that by its situation or machines provided shade and cooler moving air. But … Continue reading →

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Build Back Better

Posted on August 24, 2020 by sputterpub

I almost died when I was 35; emergencies and error laid me low. But after weeks of pain I was alive – they pulled my tubes the night before I’d go back home, and left me in my sterile cell, … Continue reading →

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New Neck

Posted on August 19, 2020 by sputterpub

At least a quarter century ago, they said I had arthritis in my neck. Referred for therapy, I got to know techniques to keep increasing pain in check, and traction to resuscitate the wreck between my shoulders. That was when … Continue reading →

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Dawn Delay

Posted on August 18, 2020 by sputterpub

I’ve been an early riser 30 years or so, with energy from dawn to 3. I’m waking now before the sun appears, but that’s from time of year and not from me. I never set a clock; I’m naturally awake … Continue reading →

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