Category Archives: Coronaverse

House Arrest 13 (Ode Perverse)

Posted on March 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I check the weather forecast every day (a walker wants to know what gear to wear), and since the autumn fires, it’s my way to note pollution levels in the air. What I assumed was excellent was not; most midday … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 12 (Rondine)

Posted on March 29, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re not dead yet, although we weren’t wise. We made our cities grow beyond control, created business body with no soul, threw airplanes packing virus in our skies. The pessimists exhibit no surprise; the cheerful try yet sighing to console … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 11 (Roundel)

Posted on March 28, 2020 by sputterpub

Is this too close to an apocalypse? Have we been travel-arrogant too much? Too global with a handshake and a kiss? Is this too close? The flu we thought we knew was never such. It brought us down but not … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 10 (Ballade)

Posted on March 27, 2020 by sputterpub

I wonder how our days will be when we emerge from dread. Will stores reopen suddenly, or stutter back instead? Will commerce face-to-face be dead with no return of queue? Will everyone need shot or med when we defeat the … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 9 (Triolet)

Posted on March 26, 2020 by sputterpub

I thought I’d suffer cabin fever here, but I feel safe and comfortable instead; outside is weird – I’m sensing folks in fear. I thought I’d suffer cabin fever here and hunger for a social atmosphere, but I don’t want … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 8 (Rondeau)

Posted on March 25, 2020 by sputterpub

To stay at home has ever been my goal, But now it’s not a case of self-control. I’m ordered to remain inside, like you. They call it quarantine or something new; I say it’s house arrest without parole. Like you … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 7 (At Least)

Posted on March 24, 2020 by sputterpub

Each day it sinks in deeper what a mess we’ve made, how serious pandemic is: the overturning market, local biz beset or forced to close. We cannot guess a timeline – lacking data we confess we’re almost clueless. Theories fade … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 6 (Limerick)

Posted on March 23, 2020 by sputterpub

Some mammal released a flu storm That forced human trade to reform, Regardless of who We know this is true: Nobody escapes the new norm.

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House Arrest 5 (Tanka)

Posted on March 22, 2020 by sputterpub

Today is Day 5. I can live locked down short-term, but when will it end? I’ll captive work my body, work my mind, beyond release.

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House Arrest 4 (Villanelle)

Posted on March 21, 2020 by sputterpub

We look in vain to Washington for more. We merit information without lies. Just what do they think government is for? It doesn’t matter if we’re rich or poor; We question but receive no clear replies. We look in vain … Continue reading →

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