Category Archives: Coronaverse

Missing You (HA 52 Ovillejo)

Posted on May 8, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m sick of this – to leave my place I mask my face. The social berth is six feet wide, or stay inside. It’s harder than mere loneliness without your kiss. I’m tough but what I really miss are days … Continue reading →

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Attempted Relaxation (HA 51 Italian Sonnet)

Posted on May 7, 2020 by sputterpub

We needn’t agitate about the news, when all we know for sure is we don’t know. Reportage seeks no depth; it tries to flow at us in summaries. For any who’s experienced with something papers choose to tell or anchors … Continue reading →

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Connectivity (HA 50 Rhyme Royal)

Posted on May 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Exposed by ten to some geography, I learned the names of land and water mass, and wondered why we numbered seven seas when all were clearly one. The kids in class had no complaint; I tried not to harass – … Continue reading →

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None Dare Call It (HA 49 Magic 9)

Posted on May 5, 2020 by sputterpub

My father warned about conspiracies when I, 13, attracted to the right, gave credence to dramatic theories. He told me members had to be more smart and able to keep secrets none can squeeze than any I or even he … Continue reading →

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Humming (HA 48 Villanelle)

Posted on May 4, 2020 by sputterpub

The jury’s out, in doubt, about our fate. We note the plants and planet will endure; in other words the hummingbirds elate. Arrested, it’s my lot to isolate within a garden, soothed and yet unsure; the jury’s out, in doubt, … Continue reading →

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Necessary Heaviness (HA 47 Terzanelle)

Posted on May 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I trained myself to purchase what I need and nothing more, because I hate to shop. There’s reason now to change how I proceed. I used to buy the crucial and then stop. I walked and tried to keep the … Continue reading →

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Generations of Money (HA 46 Quintilla)

Posted on May 2, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young, a quarter bought a double bill of matinee. My parents’ recollections taught the value of a dime; I thought how “cents-able” back in their day. In time I wed; we sought a house. Our parents marveled … Continue reading →

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Gramsickle (HA 45 Kimo)

Posted on May 1, 2020 by sputterpub

The new expression in our family describes a FaceTime failure we call Frozen Grandma

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Vernal Not Viral (HA 44 Dizain)

Posted on April 30, 2020 by sputterpub

Pathetic fallacy requires storm or quake, or morning overcast at least, but we are budding, sunny, fragrant, warm. The avian concertos have increased, and hummingbirds are making daily feast on spears of nascent color in the yard. Wisteria is soft, … Continue reading →

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3 Rooms (HA 43 Dodekade)

Posted on April 29, 2020 by sputterpub

They built their place of hard-packed straw and thought it strong enough to serve their purposes – they saw sufficient room for stuff for sale, but didn’t see the flaw of flimsy hiding rough: Infectious waves will wash their room … Continue reading →

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