Category Archives: Health

Home Work (HA 58 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on May 14, 2020 by sputterpub

I never was attracted to the stuff a girl’s supposed to like. I never sought a make-up tip or owned a powder puff, I hate to shop, and what my mother taught was mostly useless and irrelevant. I tried to … Continue reading →

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Yeah, But (HA 57 Rhyme Royal)

Posted on May 13, 2020 by sputterpub

Attempting to count blessings while confined by virus, panic, proclamation, news, we’re trying to see tempest silver-lined: We say “At least we,” and embrace the views of thanks for Internet and nursing crews. We even hope that when this bane’s … Continue reading →

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Renee (HA 55 Trinidad Sonnet)

Posted on May 11, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to dance for glee and exercise at parties, with a lover, or alone. I’d start to move, seduced to close my eyes to better hear and feel the vivid thrum of bass guitar. It wasn’t saxophone that moved … Continue reading →

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Leaking (HA 53 Huitain)

Posted on May 9, 2020 by sputterpub

The quarantine begins to fall apart but then, the word emerged from “40” days, and 53 have finished since the start of house-arrested isolated ways. Our discipline is cracking – spring displays bring people out and home sequester leaks. The … 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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House Arrest 36 (Chanso)

Posted on April 22, 2020 by sputterpub

There’s nothing fortunate about his stroke, except it happened twenty months ago, before Coronavirus came to choke the hospitals and propagate the woe. It would have been more challenging last year, when I was out of house all winter through. … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 30 (Envelope Sonnet)

Posted on April 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I didn’t take the quake of ‘89 as serious, although I was outside, until I heard they killed the baseball game. Adjusting takes me time. I knew the name Coronavirus when identified, but waited several weeks to toe the line … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 29 (Agoraphobia)

Posted on April 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to claim “When I’m asleep I want to stay asleep, and when I am awake I like to linger in that state.” I’d flaunt it like acknowledged truth. I’d even make an ode to praise inertia’s steady touch. … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 27 (Catena Rondo)

Posted on April 13, 2020 by sputterpub

We started as a glimmer in God’s eye. We hatched a relatively simple form abiding now, its case confined and warm, amid potential energy to fly. We hatched a relatively simple form – our larval stage was ravenous and rough, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 26 (Rimas Dissolutas)

Posted on April 12, 2020 by sputterpub

Our species is a blight upon the planet’s health. We ought to be ashamed; we think we’re apex strong. We couldn’t be less right, who mined the earth for wealth, who hoarded what we named or killed it for a … Continue reading →

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