Category Archives: Coronaverse

A Little Liveliness

Posted on August 16, 2020 by sputterpub

The COVID quiet’s punctured now and then by sounds of interaction near my home. Across and up I hear the sounds of men where only women dwell. My neighbor’s door is propped ajar – I see her figure when she … Continue reading →

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Fourth Fail

Posted on August 14, 2020 by sputterpub

The (unelected) unelect’s a sure deficient in intelligence and sense. I’d call the man a moron, but he’s more insidious than that, with lies immense and myriad – a plethora of bad, and everything he states should be ignored. He … Continue reading →

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COVIDream

Posted on August 9, 2020 by sputterpub

An ordinary nightmare for the young, the one that more experience than not, is dreaming we’re at school one day among our peers, and realizing that we forgot to put on underwear. Anxiety invades us: how to handle vacancy beneath … Continue reading →

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Thrummingbirds

Posted on August 7, 2020 by sputterpub

I never saw so many hummingbirds in 13 years of living by this yard. If I’d attempt to put their sound in words, I’d mention “thrum:” soft tongue upon the hard- called palate right behind the upper teeth. I hear … Continue reading →

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Scaled Down

Posted on August 5, 2020 by sputterpub

“The beatings will continue till morale improves” came into office humor lore when I was young and prone to rationale, and this is what I took from it: The cure for sadness, fret, and most anxiety may be no more … Continue reading →

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Hoax

Posted on August 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I hear Coronavirus is a hoax perpetuated by the enemies of 45, whose followers are folks who cherish secret dark conspiracies. As if progressives had the means to coax cooperation from communities abroad! What stupid love of subterfuge, to think … Continue reading →

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Behavior

Posted on August 2, 2020 by sputterpub

I know the media exaggerate the odd and shocking, but what is this shit about barbaric acts of public hate involving women who decide to spit at people? Words like “inappropriate” fall short, describing assholes lacking qualms. While right-wing women … Continue reading →

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Oxygen

Posted on July 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I recognize a cultural motif concerning breathing. Millions have awoke to knees-on-necks and choke holds, and the grief of systematic bias. Victims spoke forever who were muzzled and unheard, now constrained to orate through a mask. Compromised by virus or … Continue reading →

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Tuesday

Posted on July 28, 2020 by sputterpub

No customary habits can emerge when custom changes every other day. I heard we need no mask. Infection’s surge then made the experts change the words they say. First respiratory droplets brought the scourge – they’re now suspecting aerosol array. … Continue reading →

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Not Nearly November

Posted on July 27, 2020 by sputterpub

Some thought Coronavirus was a flu like those we knew, and bound to hibernate when our humidity and warming grew, but summer’s here and illness won’t abate. The optimists assert it’s like a cold, and though our URI’s are not … Continue reading →

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