Category Archives: Coronaverse

ADentalVENTURE (HA 92 Ottava Rima)

Posted on June 17, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young, I thought a lot was wrong With me; I tried and failed conformity, And came to like myself. To not belong Turned out okay. But one normality May be the death of me – my teeth … Continue reading →

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Reiteration (HA 91 Triolet)

Posted on June 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I talked my theories over and again, reiterating like somebody’s dad. It never mattered how I lit, or when – I talked my theories over and again, with movement of my tongue and teeth or pen. Attempts at self-suppression made … Continue reading →

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I’m Growing More (HA 90 Rondeau)

Posted on June 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m growing more political of late. So rarely tempted to cooperate, I seldom work with others very well, but now that we are rocketing to hell I’m hopeful like it’s 1968. We’re shaky, but perhaps we can create a different … Continue reading →

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I’m Not Surprised (HA 89 Rondine)

Posted on June 14, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m not surprised he’s ignorant and slow. I quite expected the dishonesty, the sluggish brain, the verbal poverty, the treating life as if it were a show. My shock is that you’re shocked – how can’t you know? I’m not … Continue reading →

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Signs (HA 88 Rondine)

Posted on June 13, 2020 by sputterpub

I see the signs of weariness. Although the counties multiplied to 30 feet the distance to a stranger on the street, there’s evidence more folks are on the go again, more traffic and it isn’t slow, less masks on the … Continue reading →

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Fatigue Huitain (HA 87)

Posted on June 12, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re sick of staying in to not get sick. We have acute fatigue about the news that we can be assured will pluck and pick the slant they think the audience will choose. Who listened weeks ago may not excuse … Continue reading →

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Dietary Dizain (HA 86)

Posted on June 11, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s logical, but when will facts emerge? I mask outside and never ride a bus. It’s June – we thought the viral load would surge two weeks ago at least, but most of us seem Covid-free. Can you and I … Continue reading →

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Hump Day (HA 85 Dizain)

Posted on June 10, 2020 by sputterpub

The custom of a work week five days long has dominated culture all my span, and Wednesday marks the middle as we throng to cross the hump to Saturday, and plan to shop or hop to leisure if we can, … Continue reading →

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Teeter (HA 84 Magic 9)

Posted on June 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I felt a little lightness yesterday, and thought in this environment of plague and wide unrest, to hide it or I’d pay a price in lurking guilt and murky shame. For most the day no trouble seemed to weigh on … Continue reading →

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Contributions (HA 83 Meter 7/5)

Posted on June 8, 2020 by sputterpub

The country’s not on fire and I don’t play violin, and certainly I’ve never been in charge. But health and trade are dire and catastrophe might win, for autocratic attitude looms large. I wish that there was more I could … Continue reading →

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