Category Archives: Coronaverse

Science Gets in the Way

Posted on July 26, 2020 by sputterpub

The journalists wanna rake over the evidence Feds won’t make over. But research is clear tests would just interfere. We can’t let the science take over.

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Humidity

Posted on July 25, 2020 by sputterpub

They say it doesn’t flourish in humidity. We’re blessed with damp air.

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Say Which?

Posted on July 24, 2020 by sputterpub

The bug is new, and creatures who should lead are aiming, if they have an aim, to block emerging facts from notice. They impede statistics, bury data. It would shock us but our tolerance to stupid, bad and venal is … Continue reading →

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Benign Neglect

Posted on July 23, 2020 by sputterpub

My garden attitude’s benign neglect; I never went for soil on my hands or stooping. I’m so old my neck is wrecked from telephones and tension – I don’t need to stress my knees and back as I’d expect if … Continue reading →

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Bad Spit

Posted on July 22, 2020 by sputterpub

The root canal and implant surgery, my dental treatments during quarantine, one necessary, one appropriate, are why I ventured from the sanity of home alone and comfortable hygiene (the pain and symptoms weren’t counterfeit). A hair salon I’d fain be … Continue reading →

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My Hermitage

Posted on July 21, 2020 by sputterpub

My hermitage was built last century – three score and sixteen years ago (they say, who keep a file on the property). Constructed as a guest house then, today the Codes would not permit my place to be so on-the-edge … Continue reading →

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Mask Etiquette

Posted on July 17, 2020 by sputterpub

I know the weakest link defines the chain, in terms of strength (and what’s of more import than hold if chains are judged?) The links will strain when pull’s applied, until the poor falls short. Just so, as we now … Continue reading →

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It’s Not Too Late (Rondine)

Posted on July 13, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s not too late to tackle this disease, that triggers inflammation causing more compounding symptoms, circumventing sure analysis, prodigious in degrees of insult – manifest debilities – while experts scavenge blindly for a cure. It’s not too late. As soon … Continue reading →

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Claustrophilia

Posted on July 10, 2020 by sputterpub

The deck deserves another waterproof. It should have happened several months ago, before we hunkered down and in, aloof from viral load, from people, shop and show. The bathroom has irregularities the builder meant to fix, or tweak and ease. … Continue reading →

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Fortune’s Child (HA 113 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on July 8, 2020 by sputterpub

What were the odds? My parents had to meet and marry, and have intercourse one night, enjoy a healthy pregnancy, and greet me bearing borne and brimming with delight. Although they erred, they let no one kid-glove me. Abrupt and … Continue reading →

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