Category Archives: Health

Monday Slog (HA 60 Spenserian Stanza)

I telework on Tuesdays, and of late I spend the next two days in quaranteam. Then Friday is recovery – a date for me alone at home where every dream of comfort rests – I’m resident supreme. On Saturday the … Continue reading

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Online Shopping (HA 59 Ottava Rima)

I own a blue bandana and received a hand-constructed mask my daughter made. I dislike wearing each. I feel relieved to get back home where solitaire is played and I can touch my face. Of course I’m peeved – beneath … Continue reading

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Home Work (HA 58 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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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