Category Archives: Coronaverse

Huitain and Ottava Rima

Posted on June 4, 2022 by sputterpub

When I embarked upon this House Arrestassignment, I explored a hundred sortsof metered rhyming verse. Although I’m bestrehearsed in sonnets, I attempted formsI hadn’t tried and some I never guessedexisted – it was like a daily quiz.I found, as days … Continue reading →

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Exposure

Posted on June 3, 2022 by sputterpub

We walked last night into our mother’s placeand saw her on the couch – she’s 96and usually upon her feet. Her facelooked pallid, tired. As we hugged and kissedher stooping over she announced a caseof Covid, in acquaintance from her … Continue reading →

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800 Days

Posted on May 22, 2022 by sputterpub

Somebody liked a poem of mine today.It sounded unfamiliar. I reviewed.I’d posted it some weeks ago, but theyapproved it now. I’m grateful but subdued.I don’t recall the stanza, though it’s mine;I recognize the style, recollectthe thinking when composing every line,but … Continue reading →

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A Day Off

Posted on May 18, 2022 by sputterpub

My customary Wednesday’s somewhat tough.I have to leave too early for my taste.I’d rather do my exercise and stuffinvolving puzzles, yet I must commuteto love and care for one I won’t rebuff.But she and hers are hunkering alonetoday, exposed of … Continue reading →

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‘Rona Redux

Posted on May 17, 2022 by sputterpub

The former nanny babysat last week.She’s trusted but there may have been a lapse.She wasn’t feeling perfect, didn’t seeka test except at home (they’re known for gaps).That evening took her to the hospital.The ER staff found out the causativewas kidney … Continue reading →

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Repetitive Postures

Posted on March 1, 2022 by sputterpub

We’re almost two years in, and here’s the deal –our body pains don’t have as origincoronavirus, though they’re just as real.We’re almost two years in. Arrested posture’s hard on frame and skin.We’ve aching soles and elbow-scaling peel,and pain in neck … Continue reading →

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After More Isolation

Posted on February 19, 2022 by sputterpub

At home 6 days a week last month was tough,but Omicron was large and kids are wee.The days were long, but there was time enoughto postpone any task, and challenge mewith some new venture, made of different stuff,but I got … Continue reading →

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Near Two Years

Posted on February 14, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s nearly been 2 years since we were freeto interact in person or in place.The virus and the rudeness wreck the race. We thought in terms of weeks for you and me –restricted from a visit face to face.It’s nearly … Continue reading →

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Remember When?

Posted on February 12, 2022 by sputterpub

Remember when a 4 year-old could ailand nobody would run an antigenevaluation? Parents didn’t flail.Remember when? No talk included PCR back then.We caught a cold and griped, but wouldn’t rail.We didn’t fret at viral origin. We never cared what you … Continue reading →

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Bubble Stretch

Posted on February 8, 2022 by sputterpub

The bubble didn’t burst, but it increasedin volume, now that Omicron has dipped –it made a little room for me at least.They took a test and masks and, so equipped,they drove to my address and then releasedthe hugs our recent … Continue reading →

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