Category Archives: Coronaverse

Idling

Posted on September 17, 2022 by sputterpub

The residence where I spend timeis hosting Covid for some days,so I elect to pen this rhymeinstead of finding other waysto afternoon without malaise,like doing wash or cleaning home.I’d rather seek a metered phrase.I’ll sit right here and write this … Continue reading →

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Lucky Ducking

Posted on September 16, 2022 by sputterpub

Okay so far, and marveling. It’s clearwe all feel well, and that’s a bit bizarre.Her test is positive, but we appearokay so far. We’re careful but we left the door ajar.At four events we’ve been exposed this year.We may not … Continue reading →

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Infiltration

Posted on September 15, 2022 by sputterpub

The group I know who took the greatest careto keep the virus out, has been beset.They always wear their masks and don’t forgetto sanitize when they go anywhere.So far just one of four is testing yes,and isolating at the same … Continue reading →

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900 Days Ago

Posted on September 6, 2022 by sputterpub

The first few weeks of endless quarantine,when all stayed home and no one knew the score,although we feared, nobody acted mean. The freeways with no traffic were serene,and aisles were near-empty at the store,the first few weeks of endless quarantine. … Continue reading →

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Mask Alert

Posted on September 2, 2022 by sputterpub

The buses still require masking here,and most of them will give you one for free.But there’s no substitute for bearing gear;at end of day, they make no guaranteeyour bus will have one left – uncivillytoo many take too many and … Continue reading →

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Sense Odds

Posted on August 8, 2022 by sputterpub

A funny smell, persisting for some days,befalls my nose and brain at times, and thenit disappears like it was just a phase,and I forget till it occurs again.It’s nothing nasty, never smelled before –a little dry and peppery, benignI think … Continue reading →

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Obligated Calls II

Posted on July 27, 2022 by sputterpub

The women whom I daily telephoneare probably as bored with it as I,but when I dare omit, each takes a toneof petulant flirtation, never wry.They used to travel, leaving me alone,but age and Covid make them journey-shy.And now I only … Continue reading →

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Deja Dread

Posted on July 2, 2022 by sputterpub

Approaching 2020 from two yearsbeyond that now, reviewing verse from then,I cringe because I know Covid appearswithin a month, to shorten lives of menand women, narrow presents, foment fears,to make of every habitat a pen.And though I’ve written daily since … Continue reading →

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Still Negative

Posted on June 24, 2022 by sputterpub

Still negative, although I’ve got a cough,and feel fatigue most every afternoon,my chatter with a doctor made me scoff –I’m tired cause I’m out of bed too sooneach morning, and the reason breathing’s offis hanging with a 5 year-old in … Continue reading →

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To Catch a Cold

Posted on June 20, 2022 by sputterpub

Five days ago the boy was taken ill.There’d been a case of Covid at his school.His parents tested him – they knew the drill:a negative and soon a forehead cool.In caution they conducted him by carfor deeper testing, through the … Continue reading →

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