Category Archives: Coronaverse

Viral Reload

Posted on June 7, 2024 by sputterpub

The virus interrupted me today.I half-expected it, but even soit killed a weekend plan to get away,deflected looked-for lunch and had me throwoff dates I cherished making weeks ago.It’s Covid but that’s not as dire now –an inconvenience rather than … Continue reading →

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Another Wave

Posted on June 3, 2024 by sputterpub

A tide of Covid cycles through again.My baby’s family has now been struck.The father first detected it at 10on Saturday – that prior evening’s guckin throat was more than normal vernal phlegm.Today we learned the scion didn’t duckinfection, but we … Continue reading →

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Better Butter Pear

Posted on March 22, 2023 by sputterpub

My lunch in quarantine evolved to bea salad so delicious, even nowI eat it any day I’m home. The threeingredients most crucial in that choware avocado, cheese, and pumpkin seeds.To lesser butter pears I’ve had to bowof late, with too … Continue reading →

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Leakage

Posted on March 20, 2023 by sputterpub

The evidence could wreak hysteria.We shouldn’t tell the public what we found –their panic would pervade each area where people congregate and rumors mound.And anyway, the bioscience needssupport from governors – the funds redound to buy campaigns and research that … Continue reading →

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Encouraging Masks

Posted on December 19, 2022 by sputterpub

Does your mask despair?The positive sign at BARTaddresses that plight.

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One Thousand and One Days

Posted on December 13, 2022 by sputterpub

Poetic license authorizes meto break some grammar rules, to twist a word,to stretch a metric foot’s capacity,to host ideas my parents called absurd.It grants me room to battle paucityof language, and to fancy someone heard.It let me play Scheherazade of … Continue reading →

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I Won’t Complain

Posted on November 8, 2022 by sputterpub

I won’t complain, except I have to goto things I missed, required to remainin Covid quarantine. It’s tough, althoughI won’t complain. A clutter of appointments now detainme from the leisure time would else bestow.But hey – I’m symptom-rid and not … Continue reading →

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Silly Sign

Posted on November 5, 2022 by sputterpub

I saw the sign a month ago, and thought“how curious,” but failed to take a shot.The light had changed – I crossed the street – there oughtto be another there, but there was not.I wondered at the thing – was … Continue reading →

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Well Again

Posted on October 25, 2022 by sputterpub

Now I declare I’m back. I’ve tested thrice the last six days — each time was negative. I didn’t pay a heavy Covid price: my lungs were spared; the fever didn’t give me worse than weary feeling, almost nice. It … Continue reading →

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Octad

Posted on October 24, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m trying not to think ahead too much — indeed that habit only makes me fret. While thoughtfulness is fine, I need to clutch the Covid lesson, so I don’t forget to live each day in present tense, and let … Continue reading →

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