Category Archives: Coronaverse

Outing (HA 102 Tanka)

Posted on June 27, 2020 by sputterpub

We both feel anxious about being together after months at home but as we start to amble we recollect our humor

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101st Try (HA 101 Catena Rondo)

Posted on June 26, 2020 by sputterpub

I didn’t mean to carry on so long. I started this for one and twenty days, intending to employ new verse arrays. I didn’t mean to carry on so long. I started this for one and twenty days. The metrics … Continue reading →

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Impo(r)tent Words (HA 100 Chanso)

Posted on June 25, 2020 by sputterpub

Two incidents surprised me recently. A couple of the people I love most (one lifelong friend and one close family) asserted they need words as speech or post. They want to hear “I love you,” “You’re the best,” “I’m sorry,” … Continue reading →

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Lint (HA 99 Spenserian Stanza)

Posted on June 24, 2020 by sputterpub

I used the toilet paper I preferred until I couldn’t find it anywhere, when panic/hoarding mounted to absurd degrees, amid coronavirus scare. I bought what roles I found among the rare, more quilted than I like and with more ply. … Continue reading →

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Arrested Walking (HA 98 Magic 9)

Posted on June 23, 2020 by sputterpub

I need to walk outside most every day. That’s why I chose a climate that affords activity. Beneath blue sky or gray I walked for years to travel or commute, to shop or meet or visit where I may. But … Continue reading →

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Fatigue (HA 97)

Posted on June 22, 2020 by sputterpub

All creatures have to notice things that move, and people are no different than the low. Our species is impulsive too – we prove it by the way we all feel boredom grow when custom stills or culture stalls and … Continue reading →

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Walking Nowhere (HA 96 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on June 21, 2020 by sputterpub

I walk for transportation and for health. I guess I started doing so at 5. I choose my residence where there’s a wealth of walking avenues. I seem to thrive, and I attribute that to daily moves (as well as … Continue reading →

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Say Their Names (HA 95)

Posted on June 20, 2020 by sputterpub

I ambled Prince Street yesterday, a pack of food upon my back, and looking down I noticed names somebody chalked, of black decedents – none who wanted this renown. I read and said the names, and stepped aside as if … Continue reading →

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Chainsaws & Chippers (HA 94 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on June 19, 2020 by sputterpub

For 90 days I dwelled in quiet here. I mostly stayed at home like all of you. We watched surrounding air and water clear. We buzzed with nerves and heard the birds anew. But now our house arrest is wearing … Continue reading →

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Under the Influence (HA 93)

Posted on June 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Rereading Austen’s works so frequently (at least three times a decade since my first exposure to her creativity), I marvel at her words. She slakes my thirst for verbal elegance, my lust for wit. I often scan one sentence several … Continue reading →

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