Category Archives: Coronaverse

Passive-Aggressive Litter

Posted on November 6, 2021 by sputterpub

Discarded masks are litter now, on streetand sidewalk – mostly paper, pleated, blue.I thought they found by accident concrete,but people tell me they were tossed in fitsof chickenshit frustration. That conceitI can’t embrace. And knotted plastic bagsof poop I notice … Continue reading →

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Rest Fail

Posted on October 28, 2021 by sputterpub

My arm received the needles yesterday –the Pfizer 3rd and too the flu vaccine –and I arranged today for ease; I’d stayat home. So went my plan till 12:15,but then I wanted streets to intervene.I threw on clothes and ambled … Continue reading →

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Skeptical

Posted on October 13, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m not against vaccines. I’ve had my two,but I don’t swallow science-y reports.I fell for their pronouncements, to eschewthe fats I flourish on and take in quartsof “healthy” grains, which hastened my decline.I feed my skeptic now – I follow … Continue reading →

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Cut

Posted on October 12, 2021 by sputterpub

I didn’t dream I’d feel so much improved,but after 19 months, my hair got trimmedby she-who-has-the-skill. The way it movedagainst my nape was nice, but it was rimmedwith damaged ends, entangling bottom, groovedon top, my drains were clogging, patience brimmed,and … Continue reading →

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Halloween Mask (Halloween Drawing Club 2)

Posted on October 9, 2021 by sputterpub

The season of Halloween maskis on us again, so our taskis now to recalla less frightening Fallwith no Covid – that’s all I can ask.

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Never Mind

Posted on October 5, 2021 by sputterpub

While packing, I tensed up – of course I did.It doesn’t matter how I reassuremyself – I’m nervous and I can’t get ridof psychosoma – I don’t know a cure.I coughed with throat too tight – the exhale’s skidreminded me … Continue reading →

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The Lockdown Meal

Posted on October 1, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m still not tired of my Covid meal.I’ve lost the love for soup, frittata, beans,but homemade salad carries strong appeal –I want my daily dish of seeds and greenswith grated cheese, tomatoes, and the sealof half an avocado. What this … Continue reading →

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On the Stranger Who Paid Our Tab

Posted on September 29, 2021 by sputterpub

What prompted him to buy us wine and food,and leave before we voiced our gratitude?Did we remind him of a mother dearto him, but missed or gone this awful year?Was he in a nostalgic sort of mood? Did he receive … Continue reading →

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The Forgotten Mask

Posted on September 24, 2021 by sputterpub

Upon the table, by the door,Shibori-dyed with indigo,I walked without it to the store:the mask I dislike wearing so. I own five more of cloth and twothat makers claim will filter flowof virus particles (untrue):these masks I dislike wearing so. … Continue reading →

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Testing Testing Testing

Posted on September 22, 2021 by sputterpub

Awaiting Covid test results for someI love who feel a little off this date,who operate with different rules of thumbregarding symptoms likely to abate,I plan to amble over, through their gate,and into rooms I’m sure are clean enough.I’ll let the … Continue reading →

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